Next Week

short poem

Next week

Outstanding weather is forecast

Hard work will abound

I’ll get back all I’ve lost

And give it to those in need

Next week

I’ll walk taller

A new me

Next week

I’ll make up for lost time

Seven more dawns

Seven new chances

Next week

I’ll start fresh

A new path

Vitality and prosperity all await

I’m gonna do all I said I would

And if the weather changes

Or I’m just not sure

If my knees get weak

Or it looks like rain

I’ll be right here waiting

Waiting and watching

For that next week

What does this poem mean to you? I think in a word I would say procrastination.