The reckoning now has arrived.
I like to think that I’ve survived.
I’ve told quite a few
How much they have due,
Figures I’ve sadly derived.
Half-done is not all done, and I’m not done doing!
The work I do is dragging on,
And I think I might like to move on
To seek greener fields
And find what each yields,
But I know doing so would go wrong.
The month continues, as do my efforts. Perhaps you’d like some made on your behalf?
I often have let slip away
The chances I have had to play,
And now, it’s too late;
My erstwhile playmates
Now cannot make time in their days.
The month progresses, and my efforts continue. Perhaps you’d like some on your behalf?
I should have done more work before
The work piled up. It’s a chore
To slog through it all,
And I must recall
That some did my efforts implore.
A dozen are done, but there’s more to do; fill out the form to have some done for you!
Thrice a week, I have gone to the gym
That I might regain my fighting trim,
But I grow ever older
And I have hurt my shoulder;
I’ve lost one more chance to grow slim.
More than a third of the way through, and I’ve still got more to give you!
Once again, the time is rushing by;
I can’t stop it, and I shouldn’t try.
It ever moves on,
Each new moment is gone,
Slipping by me; how much I could cry!
One third being gone means two-thirds still remain, and I’ve still got more to give you!
Its pinnacle now has passed by,
That conference of scholars that I
Thought to make a home
Ere I was forced to roam;
I think on its pleasures and cry.
I still mean to keep this going, and I’ve still got more writing in me if you need it done!
With squats, I went perhaps too far
In doing them holding the bar.
I added some weight
That my knees now do hate;
How they told me is not so bizarre.
I mean to keep this going, but I’ve got more writing in me if you need it done!
I ate too much cheese yesterday;
How now I am obliged to pay–
Not in coin or with check,
But my belly is wrecked!
Will I learn from this lesson? O, nay!
I’ve got more in me; get some of it while it lasts!
I know that I should have been there,
For, although she knows that I care,
I’m not often found;
I’m seldom around,
And there’s ever less time I can spare.
There’s more to come. Maybe some of it can be for you?
Elliott RWI 