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