PRELUDE for the PROCRASTINATOR
Each breathe, minute, day, and week
Is taken as it comes.
It is perceived that you don’t have care in the world to rush,
Yet, the intertwined systems you ‘plan to’ are more than what another mind fathoms.
Started this and thats, hodepodges, and knickknacks,
Sometimes, usually, maybe, completed tomorrow.
If anything is accomplished, it is this:
You’ve given the organizer a collective intro.
ODE to ORGANIZERS
Though it looks like you hustle and bustle,
It is only for a time.
While everyone races to achieve within the last minute scramble,
You enjoy stirrings and busy-ness in their prime.
Many of your days are efficient and productive,
Though adventure is sometimes amiss.
The world could not do without such intricate, polished thinkers,
For even your vocabulary does not dare contain the word remiss.
pix pic: ribbons, 05.Apr.08