The Lazy Bones
A Poem on the Art of Procrastination
Oh, lazy bones, why must you lay In bed all day and waste away? The sun is up, the world is bright Yet you choose to sleep and shun the light.
The dishes pile up in the sink The laundry basket starts to stink But you just shrug and turn away “I’ll do it later,” is all you say.
Your goals and dreams are left undone Your future’s bright, but you have none You blame the world, you blame your fate But deep inside, you know it’s late.
The art of procrastination Is your most favorite temptation You promise yourself you’ll start today But tomorrow comes, and you delay.
Oh, lazy bones, it’s time to rise And open up your sleepy eyes Embrace the day, with all your might And chase your dreams, into the light.
For time is short, and life is fleeting Don’t waste it all on endless sleeping The world is waiting, so get up now And make your mark, on this world somehow
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