February is slipping away.
It is easy to say
I will act tomorrow,
But why not act today?
For each moment I borrow
And Time’s unyielding knife
Ends all joy and strife.
And none can say
When his scythe may fall.
But it must fall
And bring all to dust.
February is slipping away.
It is easy to say
I will act tomorrow,
But why not act today?
For each moment I borrow
And Time’s unyielding knife
Ends all joy and strife.
And none can say
When his scythe may fall.
But it must fall
And bring all to dust.
Okay, i will overthink my next procrastination series, Kevin! ;- xx Michael
Thanks for your somewhat cryptic comment, Michael! Best wishes. Kevin
Hi Kevin, this is an excellent poem.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m delighted you like my poem.
It’s a problem many have, Kevin. Just allowing the days to slip away. Then they’re all gone and we’ve wasted them.
Yes many people are guilty (including me) of putting off until tomorrow what could be done today. Many thanks for commenting, Vivienne.