An Old One

Hi everyone! A while ago I was thinking about what kind of issues do most people suffer from and after a bit I came up with the answer. Procrastination. So here’s a poem about just that 🙂

 

Time.

A perpetual boon.

A perpetual burden.

 

Ever present, always there,

But never enough unless one’s aware

Plenty of it in every day,

If one learns to use it the right way

 

You hate,

That there is never enough of it,

Because,

You always seem to need more of it,

When you procrastinate.

 

There’ll be time over the weekend,

You tell yourself,

I can always do it tomorrow,

You always tell yourself,

 

But as quickly as it comes

Just as swiftly it goes

It does keep rolling along

Like the words to a very sweet song

 

When the clock starts to tick

The pencil comes down

The burden begins

And ends with a frown

 

One needs to learn to control

Watch it like the secret patrol

Plan and adhere and execute

Like a person that’s very astute

 

If so managed, one’s sure to succeed

With time to complete every deed

Time listens and pays heed

Such a comforting thought indeed