Procrastination
I wish that I could learn someday
Not to procrastinate.
I don’t know how to ask her out
If she would like a date.
I watch her at the water cooler
The men all congregate.
I have to get my courage up
Before it is too late.
I get this feeling deep inside
Can no longer concentrate.
I close my eyes and tell myself
Not to hesitate.
This feeling that I have for her
I must alleviate.
I’d tell those fools a thing or two
And would not deviate.
It’s up to me to let her know
That all this must be fate.
Just one kiss from her lips
A loving bond we would create.
I’d squeeze her tight and my
Intentions I would relate.
I would place my love in her heart
And forever encapsulate.
I finally build my courage up
I ask her for a date.
She said I can’t I’m sorry
You are two minutes late!
(1) That’s what wives and caretakers are (at least partially) for; (2) At least as far as poetry is concerned, I don’t often procrastinate—I forget too easily! (3) GOOD ONE!
By: Jonathan Caswell on October 18, 2012
at 2:51 pm
I do both! Thanks
By: Ron DuBour on October 18, 2012
at 3:07 pm