The Very Very Very Long Run Poem by Stanley Cooper

Much to my loving wifes’ sorrow
I usually put off today what I can do tomorrow
This trait of mine she intends to alter
Is as unalterable as The Rock of Gibraltar

My putting off talent stays on display
When tomorrow predictably becomes today
So most things rarely ever get done
Except in the very, very, very long run

Her strong iron will, with her strong iron clout
Far off in the future, will surely win out
But today at least I’ll lounge around nicely
And do things tomorrow, tomorrow precisely