An Afternoon Wasted.

A mild summer day in August,
With the sun shining through the plate glass window,
Drink in hand,
Stretched out on a bench watching passers by,
An afternoon was wasted.

The day started as a productive one.
House cleaned, cats fed, bills paid,
But the afternoon begged to be wasted.
As a matter of fact, it demanded it.

Our favorite pub was the best place,
For throwing away the afternoon.
With beer on tap and a dart board at our disposal,
We began to execute our plan against time and productivity!

Time seemed to move in slow motion that day,
Beer flowed for hours,
Conversations went on for miles,
And the company kept were friendships that lasted a lifetime.

Never was an afternoon tossed away with such joy.
Time was generous to us.
And without remorse or hesitation,
We spent the daylight currency like water.

Soon the afternoon turned to dusk and the dusk into evening.
We had accomplished what we set out to do.
We thanked time and hoped we would be forgiven,
For an afternoon wasted.