Wasting Time

A Writer's Lament

Wasting Time

I’ve spent my life

Wasting time,

Making lists

Of things that rhyme.

I’ve sailed along

With time to spare,

Enjoying a life

I considered fair.

I’ve tried of late

To stay on track,

Writing and thinking

But slide right back.

I’ve sorted the pencils

In my coffee cup,

And wasted more time

Looking stuff up.

I’ve called up my sister

To read her my journal,

But end up discussing

The sex life of turtles.

I’ve no time now

For another draft,

This story needs ending

But first—a nap.

Linda G. Harris