A Sonnet For Those Who Tend To Daydream

Regret for time spent badly…

It’s morning, and my plans are all in place.

My writing, in my mind is etched, but now,

For just a sec, my emails I will trace,

And then a Facebook view, just short, I trow!

But all too soon the eve is here for sure.

The stars above remind me this is so.

And now my daily rage I must endure.

My distraction has become my greatest foe

Achieved the things I’d planned? I answer, no.

Tomorrow I have planned with better care.

But my timeline now is harried and I know,

To reach my quota, I’ve no time to stare.

’Tis Friday now. Five working days are done.

My output for this week much more than sad.

And life is racing by. I can’t catch up.

Five days I’ll ne’er reclaim, and that is bad.

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