David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com


.4. Unsure


Hesitation causes problems
Indecision leads to stammers
Calling warnings far too late
For builders dropping hammers

Forgetting where you left things
Or drilling holes for screws
Not checking where the wires went
Blue sparks that blew a fuse

Not knowing where you’re going
When driving down a road
With a lorry full of nutty slack
On a bridge for half its load

At last procrastination
Putting off things till tomorrow
All those jobs you should have done
Like this verse ends in sorrow


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Friday, October 17, 2008

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  • Fay Slimm (10/26/2008 12:34:00 PM)

    Procrastination is a word we all think does not apply to us - until we catcvh ourselves indulging in it. Well thought out and versed for us Dave. (Report) Reply

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