A reflective poem about conquering procrastination and reclaiming purpose before time steals your chance.
Steps That Outrun Time, reminds readers that the true race is against hesitation, not age.
An old man stumbles in the dark,
flinging his black cane,
searching the concrete for his next step.
Left-foot forward, cane in hand.
He steps.
Right-foot forward, cane in hand.
Another step.
He breathes heavily.
His body sways back and forth,
creating the illusion, from afar,
that he is running.
I sit. I watch.
He is my future,
a reminder that life is short.
If I procrastinate,
then the indentations in my sofa
become my legacy.
If I cling to excuses,
then “what could have been”
becomes my legacy.
When I am the man on the concrete,
wielding a cane,
I will look back at the life I lived
and be proud, because
I seeded my mind with a dream,
nurtured it with vision
and achieved it
through a body of effort.
Every dream demands movement. Overcoming procrastination begins the moment you rise from the couch.
