In Which I Berate My Procrastinating Tendencies

The year draws to a close and I prepare

To finish something wonderful, and yet

Today all that I've done and all my care

Has brought forth little. Little shall I get

If I don't stir myself to soldier on.

An opportunity has come my way

That never I expected. 'Twill be gone

And all the effort I've put forth, I'd say,

If I don't stir myself to do, at last,

The editing I've known that, from the start

Must needs be done and now, must be done fast,

Lest time escape and I break my own heart.

I always do this, wait until I can

No longer. Then I rush forth with no plan.