October 1990


Procrastination is the thief of time,
So having been taught not to congregate
With thieves, cheats and robbers,
It is with regret, I procrastinate.
Woe is me! I am undone!
Like all the tasks I have put on delay;
I will never catch up with the backlog,
With but twenty-fours in each day.
Useless to worry about the future,
Past and gone is yesterday,
I guess I will continue to muddle along
In my usual carefree way.