I delay over a cup of coffee or a pint or a kiss.
I’m in no hurry when I’m experiencing bliss.
Delay seems to be a habit of mine.
Slowly I drink wine.
I admit I prevaricate and procrastinate.
In other words delay, if you want something from me, wait.
I admit I disappoint myself, I am not proud.
Will I do anything before I wear a shroud?
12th September, 2018