Pausing to Procrastinate

To complain of pausing the inevitable

Surely is a complaint of nature

For the transition of day to night

Will forever be delayed.

Never heard are bitter tongues

In spite of the suns lengthy stay

Cursing the selfish rays;

Preventing the moon from showing too soon.

Same could be said of the cycle of seasons,

Following Summer, is never the Spring.

Oh why, do you take such time?

Spring will always be,

So why wait?

As the seed grows to a flower

And minutes turn to hours,

Procrastination is a feature of our lives.

On your terms to accept or deny.