The Truth About My Poems
David Enyedy
In the preceding poems of eight
You’ll find a pessimistic view:
It’s the procrastinator’s sorry fate
A harsh truth that all come to hate
As this is a point all come to:
In the preceding poems of eight
A truth that hits like a slammed gate
It’s something that we all will do:
It’s the procrastinator’s sorry fate
Truth beats us like a violent mate
Like a relationship we rue:
In the preceding poems of eight
The truth’s a thing for which you cannot wait
For sweet time is not on the side of you:
It’s the procrastinator’s sorry fate
The truth is that soon it will be too late
A simple fact that you know to be true:
In the preceding poems of eight
It’s the procrastinator’s sorry fate.