Procrastinate

What am I to do, now that I’m at my journeys end.
Life has been great, life has been grand, but now
who’s going to hold my feeble hand?

Time…
I have wasted with little care,
thinking it would never run out,
but now that it has, all I have
left is worriers and doubts.

No one to blame…
I’ve treated time like a game.
Now it leaves me to shame.

Procrastinate, I’ll do it tomorrow,
when I find time, it can wait!

The moral of this dreaded tale…
"Never put off tomorrow,
what you can do today!"

For you see…
tomorrow will soon be yesterday.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003

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