Poetry

Past Due (#1322)

Why can’t things go by design?
Must things always get out of line?
A seemingly perfect plan,
Of its execution, I’m not a fan,
My personal targets not met,
Already past the deadline I set,
Equal parts life and myself to blame,
I’m filled with guilt and shame,
I should be doing better than this,
Deadlines I shouldn’t miss,
Motivation is pretty much diminished,
But I want the draft to get finished,
Deadline past or not, I can’t stop now,
I’ve got to rally and get it done somehow.

Any Thoughts?

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