My schedule’s been extremely full.
Don’t even have time to shoot the bull.
No poetry writing now for me.
Work piled up as far as I can see.
Whose fault can it be for this strange fate?
Where did I learn to procrastinate?
I’ve certainly learned it well for sure
But why have I been so very pure?
That crazy Facebook takes too much time.
To spend much time there is a big crime.
Solitaire’s a game which I adore.
I can lose time improving my score.
Meetings just pile up night after night.
If I skip them that wouldn’t be right.
I can’t find time to go to the gym
but it helps I don’t know how to swim.
So give me the time to organize
and soon I will myself surprise.
As I get my ducks all in a row
then my progress won’t be so slow.
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With Love,
Cindy
This is true, so scary. You've written the words we've all done at one time or another. Some more than most. I empathize with you as I have the same problem!
Mary
EDWIN
Dear Larry, hope you life will be fulfilled even more, I am wishing a pleasant and safe journey.
Vaya con Dios!
Georg