Why is it that I always want to delay
doing the things that heavily weigh?
The longer it takes, the more I muse.
The shame is all the time that I lose.
What if I did the most dreaded chore first?
Then my nervous anxiety would be reversed.
Instead of a rain cloud hanging over my head.
My smile would be radiant and widespread.
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/procrastination-9/
