In Which I Am Tired But Happy

Today flew by, bewildering and fast,

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.