Life's Too Short 

 

Life's too short,

To procrastinate.

But once again,

I find I'm late. 

 

It isn't for the lack of trying.

I'm busy living.

And busy vying.

Not busy dying. 

 

It's just that life's just gotten too complicated.

Most of what I do is overrated,

Understated, so I'm berated

Or even elated.

 

To find I'm short of time. 

 

At least I won't be caught,

Twiddling my thumbs.

When death comes,

And my time runs out. 

 

Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull

5/7/00



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