Every year I promise myself
That procrastination goes on the shelf,
I solemnly swear and even sweat
But haven't kept that promise yet.
Other resolutions hinge on it
And they aren't worth being writ
For as long as time eludes control
I'm not the master of my soul
So Happy New Year one and all
I'm here at your beck and call
Just don't look for me to hurry
And my favor you're sure to curry.
Perhaps in time, time will bow
And things line up in the now
But even late as it is today
There are more duties on the way.
So as we patiently sit and wait
Courting the vagaries of fate
With many things upon our plate
On which do we procrastinate?
