I sit down sorting papers,
Bank Statements, Credit Cards,
I have a Tax Return deadline,
Finding the information is very hard.
My Tax Return must be submitted
By the end of January,
Or a Fine will have to be paid,
Which’ll be a hardship for me.
At four in the morn I’ve ended
The task of sorting them,
Tomorrow I’ll start my Accounts,
To be finished, I don’t know when.
It usually takes three weeks,
I must start as soon as can be,
Delay is not an option,
If I want my Life stress free.
Why is it Human Nature
To wait till the last month,
To prepare historic figures,
For submission, from all that bumph?
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 21 December 2005
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