I went to work today and found
That there was much to do
But though I did a lot of stuff
I fear that there’s more too
The stuff that takes the mental work
Always is set to last
And then I make it to that part
When all the day is past
And think to myself at that point
“Tomorrow holds that key
Perhaps by then the work will make
My heart feel full of glee”
Though sadly it does not function
And might work push off more
Which leaves me in a bit of pinch
When deadlines come to fore
But muddle on I always do
Whether or not the best
My method has in most all ways
Withstood a lasting test