Procrastination

Beauteous rays of light cast down up on my head,
Warmth of the sun as I lay peaceful in my bed.
I peer out toward the garden and see a cloud of grey,
What if tempest black were to ruin my day.
 
Promises of friends, smell of coffee in the morn,
Eggs and bacon, a perfect start to dawn.
Yet what if they were to cancel, instead I’m on my own,
My appetite is hasty, perhaps I’ll leave it alone.
 
Incessant sound of knocking grabs my minds allure,
Such joys of publication, the post brings to my door.
What if no one enjoys it, it’ll all have been a waste of time,
Perhaps I’ll keep on working and keep the stories in my mind.