Why Things Never Get Done
Oh, the list of things
I really intended to do.
I meant to do them all,
I just never followed through.
I planed each thing so carefully,
with so much zeal and vigor.
But time passed so quickly,
and the list got so much bigger.
I put off till tomorrow,
but tomorrow wouldn't come.
And soon I was stockpiled,
with the things I hadn't done.
So I formed a brand new strategy,
sense the old on didn't work.
The way my life was going,
It was driving me beserk.
I found a way to rest my mind,
from the chores I had delayed.
I'd worry about them all next week,
and not think of them today.
Copyright © Ray Mcdonald | Year Posted 2006
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