“Time’s awasting”

Work in Progress, the Series

My poor little discarded things
Scattered all over the place
Nothing but sorrow it brings
My thoughts high up in space

Ideas are there of plenty
Many a time I have spent
Writing, writing, writing
Against time always fighting

Some if never makes to complete
Against myself I only compete
Maybe I just want to make it neat
And not to admit to being defeated

The excuse is the same as it always was
I started it, got to a great place
Then, I thought of something else
Why? Well just because

If I could only finish what I started
But alas, it is always a work in progress
What if I stick in to it full hearted
Then I can call it WIP, the series