Procrastination: Putting Aside One's Life

Work, it consumes the day

Who would have thought?

Life drifted from one work day

To the next, a life without play

Remember when we were kids

On the playground picking on each other?

Play, joy, If only it were always harmless

With the intent to make others laugh

It was fun. We played baseball, football

Dodgeball and bowling

We played with dolls, stuffed animals

We could craft an entire town out of mud

But now, we bask in the glow of monitor light

Pretending we are smart

That we contribute to a better world

That we are improving the next generation

And we pretend that Dancing With The Stars

Is more entertaining than a starlit sky

That the Bachelor is more loving

Than the human that sits beside us, or sleeps in our bed

Do we contribute?

Do we give more?

Are we so exhausted from the tedious day-to-day

That we dribble and drool in front of the flat screen?

We are wasting our lives

In the glowing in the pixels

Pretending we matter?

Pretending we care?

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