Today I wasted
My day away.
I read a book
Of higher thought,
Watched a movie
Of social critique,
Lost a game
Of Shogi, to myself,
Sketched a sketch
For my novels,
Listened to music
Composed by Tchaikovsky,
Wrote this poem
In the coffee line –
These things I do are not a waste
Of time as I seem to say,
But might have just been better off
Postponed to a different day…
In truth, much was accomplished
And much I’ve put behind me,
But tomorrow’s test has earned my night
Since all day I neglected study.