Making The Same Excuses Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Early in the morning,
And just before the dew and mist hits...
To lift with the Sun rising,
I awaken with a consciousness...
To not on purpose focus,
On what I could have done yesterday.
Since yesterday and any day before it I had lived,
Would make no sense if I spent this day given...
To continue making the same excuses.
In fact...
If I choose not to remember them made,
To recreate...
They will not be repeated to leave me seated,
Thinking about what it was I did,
I should not have done to do to have this day wasted...
Proving I can undo the impossible.