Procrastination is a thief
Of time, so don’t get to grief
And work forward within a brief
Time; as nothing lasts like “lief”
For you to turn over a new leaf;
As in archaic term “lief” was “fain”
It disappeared without any pain,
As of now the term is extinct
Since there was no one distinct
To use it in the contextual tint;
Hence never give an opportunity
To see yourself in future, guilty;
So walk forward and do what to do,
Have a cool mind and clear up the ado.
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