Warning: This is not a work that has deep meaning—it treats its subject matter with barely a nod to metaphor, simile, or some of those other devices you are supposed to employ if you are a true poet. And I am not sure why I made Procrastination male and not female—this “poem of sorts” just chose its own gender.
Yes, I am an apologist for my work. I am a writer–if we did not apologize for our work then we would have to take criticism to heart. It is a defense mechanism and without it, most writers would be weaponless in a world without heart (not really–I just wanted to use a bunch of Ws). Without further ado, or apology (well there may be one more)–my poem du jour:
Procrastination: My Friend
I have fought with procrastination
All my life
I have fought him with every fibre of my being
I am tired of fighting
And have decided to make him my best friend.
At times he has been the bane of my existence
A nuisance, a blight, a curse, and a pest
Saying: “I do my best work at the last minute”
Or: “You cannot rush perfection”
And even: “We are not here for a long time; we are here for a good time”.
I have taken his advice on too many occasions
To my detriment for sure
But I am seeing that Procrastination is not all bad
He may taunt me, cause my hair to turn grey, and give me hives
But many times when I procrastinate
The problem goes away on its own
Or I come up with a better way to deal with it
And I am saved wasted time and effort.
I know that procrastination and I will always do battle
But I am at peace now, and our battles will be short
as he whispers in my ear: “We are not here for a long time; we are here for a good time.”
A timeless if seemingly frivolous message
That makes traversing this “vale of tears” a “walk in the park”.
Again apologies for the clichés—but they just seemed to work. And that is what a cliché is all about when you write a poem in less than half an hour.
Can procrastination be bliss, once you have come to terms with it. Or is it always a blight?