Perhaps, Lord, you'll forgive my
Reasons for being tardy, (as so
Often, I have been) but
Chance has a way of bringing
Relaxation to the forefront
As my chores, left undone, multiply
Stink, from kitchen refuse holders, kills vermin
Television hinders also, the reading of dust
Infested writings, upon the lighted screen
Negotiations tear my heart
Asunder, wishing my list of
Things to do, were done
Often, oh, so many times, I
Remind myself, "I will...whatever needs be finished!"
Still, Lord, could you wait? Just one more minute, please?
Private thoughts are sometimes expressed,
Relying upon a sudden burst of guilt
Acknowledging results don't match intentions, as
Yawning demeanor gives pause for thought
Exceptional strength for procrastinators
Requires just one more minute. Please?
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Comments: 3
i must admit, it sounds too much
like me...
Blessings...
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