“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung”
(Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941. Winner, 1913 Nobel Prize for Literature) (Prentiss, 2008)).
A sojourner.
Ever coming […]
Never hesitating,
In its quest for a mind.
Never tiring,
To waste time.
Smiles and happiness, it offers
Neither it delivers.
Making proles yearn for sleep […]
Thirst for a minute to relax,
And an extra second to breathe,
Lazing like Garfield
Momentarily,
We slump,
Efforts decline.
As we bask in tranquility,
As though in company of friends!
In reality,
We made a poor choice,
Only if we admit,
We fell victim of a “kidnapper”
[…] Like John Paul Getty III and Shawn Hornbeck.
Procrastination,
A trickster! Another Frank Abagnale?!
Befriend it?!
Never […]! Flee!
Pain it guarantees!
Think,
It’s a choice […]
Not to procrastinate!
Neither embrace it […],
A true foe.
To which manager do we account?
For time lost?!
Perhaps, it’s a friend that helps proles work less for more or same pay!
[…] As salaries remain paid,
And accounts grow.
What then is procrastination?!
Friend and/or foe?!
