Neglect has consequences

Today's post is one of my periodic poems coming to the surface. It is about

Neglect
Neglect is an old acquaintance of mine.
I don't intend to ignore. It is not by design.
It just happens. None of us wants to undermine
a productive and satisfying life, carefully aligned.

Neglect is an old habit that has big bottom-line
Consequences for me. I don't mean to whine.
It just happens. I complain as if it's my byline.
Habituated, my life's time measure gets sidelined.

Neglect is an old friend, if truth be clearly defined.
I use it expecting the "good fairy" will come to shine
On my enterprise. It just happens. Completion declined,
My project, neglected again by my good fairy, lies supine.

Neglect is an old way of avoiding the task disinclined
By my lazy self. The job's too big, gigantic its outline.
That just happens to be inaccurate, however. Defined
By neglect, the job grew by its distortion of deadlines.

Neglect is an old form of not having enough spine.
Courage is facing the hard thing. I shouldn't resign.
It just happens. Nothing is ever as hard as in my mind.
Stepping up to the task, just starting can be my baseline.

Copyright by Carol Gee
February 24, 2008

Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger
My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about politics.
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