Miss Scarlett O’Hara, you started this mess.
I’ve followed your pattern in times of distress.
I’ve made up my mind to refuse to face facts,
To put off ’til tomorrow decisions to act.
When things don’t go my way, I simply surmise
That somehow tomorrow will bring bluer skies.
“I’ll worry about it tomorrow,” I say,
And simply refuse to deal with it today.
Unfortunately, this plan has lots of holes.
The most obvious one is what everyone knows:
Putting off ’til tomorrow ev’ry problem is dumb;
Postponement is failure, for tomorrow never comes.