Of all the words of tongue and pen
That bring a person sorrow
I think, by far, the cruelest are
Ill get to it tomorrow.
For whether you are free from want
Of find yourself in need
Tomorrow is the single thing
That no ones guaranteed
It only takes an instant
To destroy whats stood for years
That goes for homes and nations
Reputations and careers
So if you hear your partner say
Ill do it in the morning
Remember some disasters come
Without a moments warning
And when the morning after comes
The ones who best have fared
Are scouts who know the wisdom
Of their motto, Be Prepared
Promise every day to do
The best a person can
And know that every evening
You are good with God and man
Organize your efforts
In the way your wife insists
Nothing helps the memry more
Than making a few lists
Your most important papers
Have you stored them safely, mister?
Scan them to a flash drive
And send it to your sister
Here in California
Theres a tip I always use
Glasses on your nightstand
And your wallet in your shoes
Dont be like this guy I know
The worst procrastinator
Now Ive got some poems to write
I think Ill do them later