all too late
"Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill."
Christopher Parker
the clock ticks on; the hours fly
and all our plans are in dismay
the week begins with noble aims
then suddenly, it’s saturday
we vowed to learn the violin,
perchance compose a symphony
but somehow, bingeing tv shows
it has become our destiny
we’ll fix our diets, trim the fat
eat salads, no pies, drink green tea
yet pizza calls, and once again
self-control fails miserably
the treadmill stares with quiet rage
the weights and dumbbells beg for use
but snacks and naps conspire instead
sadly, our waistlines cut them loose
we’ll paint the walls, we’ll jog a mile
and finally we’ll organize
yet every plan goes up in smoke
while only clutter multiplies
the yoga mat is now a bed
where all our cats and dogs recline
its only pose gathering dust
as dreams of comfort intertwine
the coffee chills, the toast gets cold
the dirty dishes pile up high
we swore we’d conquer chaos here
but then the culprit simply sighs
the garden waits for tender care
overgrown weeds throw quite the fête
we’ll get to that another time
procrastination’s doing great
we swore we’d call old friends to chat
perhaps by the beach take a walk
instead we scrolled through endless feeds
these days, the modern kind of talk
the volumes that we meant to read
remain untouched upon the shelf
we’ll get to them another day
or maybe clone our future self
but humor wins; our folly proves
this so-called life is one big jest
and today marks another round
of daily challenges unpressed
the dreams we meant to chase today
instead will simply bide their time
while we attempt to master life
by ordering all things online
so here we stand, resolved once more
to bravely tackle life’s great mess
to seize the day before it fades,
maybe ourselves we can impress
let’s raise a toast to muddling through
to ne’er letting plans, go awry
and promise that this time we’ll try
before another year flies by!
tis resolution aftermath
when the year goes on a warpath
01-08-2025
© Vic A Evora
This poem (humorously hopefully) explores the theme of procrastination, juxtaposing ambitious resolutions with the ease of falling into familiar habits. I tried to present a playful (tongue in-cheek) reflection on the human struggle to achieve self-improvement amid everyday distractions. A few times successful, but more often a failure.
#2025 #BadHabits #Procrastination
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