Wednesday, December 30, 2009

In Which I Berate My Procrastinating Tendencies

The year draws to a close and I prepare
To finish something wonderful, and yet
Today all that I've done and all my care
Has brought forth little. Little shall I get
If I don't stir myself to soldier on.
An opportunity has come my way
That never I expected. 'Twill be gone
And all the effort I've put forth, I'd say,
If I don't stir myself to do, at last,
The editing I've known that, from the start
Must needs be done and now, must be done fast,
Lest time escape and I break my own heart.
I always do this, wait until I can
No longer. Then I rush forth with no plan.

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