But I have much to show for it, for once
In serious and laudable contrast
To other days when I have, like a dunce
Allowed my time to flee without control.
I chose each moment's occupation, did
Precisely what I sought to, on the whole,
So much so that I've carpal pain. I'm rid,
Though, of that nagging panic I can't name
But all my dear ones recognize. This price
I gladly pay, to keep my conscience tame,
Though doing what I've done's not my advice
To others. Do a little bit each day
And you won't have to spend one in this way.