Procastination
Procrastination
Procrastination is opportunity's natural assassin.
A thief of time
Tomorrow and later is its password
kidnapper of dreams and its' ransom is the future.
A cruel master to its client
who keeps reciting the master's password TOMORROW
A client, a victim
Those who choose to welcome this thief of time
They keep patronizing while the thief keeps stealing their light till it's no more.
They won't hesitate in opening their doors for the guest who in turn leaves them standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity
While giving them hope of another opportunity yet to be lost
Master of it never too late
Never freeing its student
Naming classes for them
The performer has his slogan"I work under pressure"
The self-deprecator yawns"I am so lazy right now"
The overbooker scrolls while reciting his motto "I am so busy"
The top student novelty seekers always say "I just had the best ideas"
These are students of procrastination
Every time, Every year till the time is gone
Graduating as a connoisseur of procrastination.
Victims of words and no action
A year went in this cage
Times' stolen
Dreams shattered
but the password never changes
Later, am busy, tomorrow
I don't know where to start
And for some unfortunate victims
"it is too late, I wish..."
Are you a victim
Or a regular client?
Are you tired of being one?
can't you see the camera?
Silence and work
Action not words
Practical not theory
Change your password while changing its' master
Do it now
There is no tomorrow without today
start now
And free yourself from that TOMORROW.
About this poem
This open is written to shun individuals from the habit of procrastinating things that are ought to do at a certain time but shifted to another time because of laziness
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Written on October 03, 2022
Submitted by umehgloriaumeh13 on March 10, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,574 |
Words | 284 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 3, 2, 10, 9, 12 |
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