Day 18

I often fall behind

on things I am meant to do.

I come up with excuses

Until my face is very blue.

‘Tomorrow” I say

“In half an hour maybe” I muse

My tardiness is like

A very permanent bruise.

I should have

Spoke to you by now, really

But the truth

Seems like a prospect far too dreary.

 

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