There’s just too much to do.
Much too much to do.
How can I see it through?
It’s making me feel blue.
In truth, I’ll have to say
That I’d just rather play.
On such a busy day,
Why would I feel this way?
I do procrastinate.
I’d like to think it’s fate.
But, actu’lly, I’m just late.
Why do I let stuff wait???
The clock is ticking on,
And most of morning’s gone.
Get busy, Sandra, hon.
And get your dang stuff done!!!
POETRY BY AHYOKA 