I’m not very good at getting down to things, up maybe, but not even that.
I disappoint myself, I have a lot to look forward to, the future is flat.
I must get around to things at some point in time.
Do I delay by writing this rhyme?
This is my diagnosis of my psychosis.
I must take a step or one or two.
That’s what to do.
Forever is a long time to put things off.
I have a smoker’s cough.
I am not perfect, far from it to be perfectly frank.
If I do something I will have myself to thank.
31st December, 2018