Postponement

The flower bud kept telling the bees

Every day

To come home tomorrow

For soon it would bloom;

I tell the clock and make promises

To hours that one day soon

I will go on a date with time

And do all the things I love to do,

It will just be the two of us

And I shall be present in whole

With my body and soul.

But life for now, is a set of tomorrows

That my today keeps leaning towards

And time keeps slipping

Through my busy typing fingers.