Frankly Speaking

Every night the time I ready for a slumber deep I think of the morrow and all my words to keep Commitments made things delayed left undone Not one seems to be pleasant not one seems any fun. To accomplish what’s left out I feel I should hurry But feel as much I forget blame it on my memory Today was once again one of unfulfilled commitment I have a lurking fear morrow won’t be any different. Do now what can be done later bring tomorrow’s work today Love the saying but can’t do much I don’t know the way What is to be done now I keep them putting in shelf Today’s work I defer hoping of tomorrow’s help. Every night when I ready for a soft plunge on my bed I think of the morrow today’s undone buzz in head Un-kept words undone work their thoughts don’t bring cheers If truth is said I don’t bother been doing so all these years.