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Don't you hate the state of late?
Why do we procrastinate?
Never early, always late,
Is it fair to make them wait
Just ‘cause we procrastinate?
Due at seven, now it’s eight,
Was it an important date?
(I’ve been known to blame my mate)
Yet I still procrastinate.
Laggard habits start to grate
Don’t you hate the state of late?
Wait before you get irate.
Could be fate, or just innate–
Destined to procrastinate.
On the other hand, it’s true
I can be on time like you
Not for drudgery that’s due,
But for what I want to do.
Khati Hendry
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funny, right on!, well written
Brava poetess! Perfect Khati!
Thanks Dana!
Great Flash, Khati! And I think you’ve hit on something when you say “I can be on time like you, Not for drudgery that’s due, But for what I want to do.” I think when someone is doing what they WANT to do, they are much more motivated to get it done, rather than put it off. But I love the way you express the whole state of procrastinating in your rhyming scheme. Very clever.
Thanks Betsy, I hoped the rhyming would work. And procrastination can indeed be situation-dependent!
How true, how true, Khati. Love it!
Thanks!
Wonderful RetroFlash poem, Khati. So true that even diehard procrastinators can be on time for what they want to do. You’ve hit the nail on the head!
Glad you could appreciate the situation!
Clever poem, Khati. And it’s so true that if something is important to me, I’m not late. By the way, I have almost the same clock sitting above my computer.
That clock was a present my dad got from work (maybe a version of the proverbial gold watch for retirement)—it reminds me of him daily. He was a great procrastinator, and drive my pre-crastinator (thanks John for that word) mother crazy, but together they got everything done and then some.
A true procrastinator will procrastinate through deadlines for stuff that they enjoy doing, in my experience going mano a mano with the procrastinator gene 🧬 , looking forward to the drama of wheedling my way back into the timeline. The energy expended in getting late and then getting excused, and then getting late again, reminds me of the tide as it rolls in and rolls out inexorably and unperturbed by the silly foibles of human beings who tell time by it. Be the tide, I tell myself.
John, you are a true procrastinator. I am but an amateur.
I wanted to make a response in rhyme.
I’ll get to it when I have the time.
I’m sure your poem will be a blast,
When you get round to it at last.