On Procrastination (May 31, 2018)

The tick-tick of time, waste of wasted hours,

Awaking at dawn with lists of new things,

Self-improvement projects, the rich flowers

Of a new-made man, but then the day brings

Only the distractions of "news," the old

Breaking stories of a broken new age,

Always the same, always weak, never bold,

The tumescent twitterers' click-this-page

Come-ons.   Who will step back to dream big?

Who will stop, stand still, slow down, save a thought

For the beautiful things?  (Who gives a fig

For the beautiful things?)  The things I sought

Imagined a different, bigger me.

Now I am a procrastinating pea.