Do It Poem by shimon weinroth

do I have a choice,
to put it off, delay
a stay of motion
from the stable of my mind,

free the horses of emotions
to gallop and frolick about
canter from one reason to another
why I don't have to, do it

saddled with duties
armed with excuses,
prefer enjoying pastures,
refuse doing it today,

there is something nagging
this stride, un-true to form
the bit bites and spur spikes
harness itches, reins too lax

the inaction and refusal
without loss of face,
I should undo, gracefully
without my pride undone