Free verse poem of procrastination
Doing Laundry
I swear they were laughing at me
those crumpled garments twisted in a heap.
My comfy bed lay beckoning me
underneath the pile.
Should I hide the dreaded chore
under my bed
and force it from my mind ‘til tomorrow?
Wait – that’s what I did yesterday!
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’Til next time — life’s short, so don’t sweat the small stuff (until you can’t get into bed).
Lynne
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Lynne Collier 