April 15th, at least here in the USA is without a doubt the least loved day of any day in the entire year…It is Tax Day, the final deadline and like death, you can’t avoid it…you have to pay, one way or another. It is aggravating, especially when you are already not very happy with how our hard earned tax dollar is being spent. All to often we wait until the last seconds are ticking off before we break down and pay the fiddler.
Deadlines, those final minutes
before it is too late.
Why is it that we put things off,
why do we always choose wait
‘til that last hour is upon us,
why do we procrastinate
when we know that deadline date?
Deadlines, last chance to get it done.
Circle that date in red.
If we don’t pay the fiddler for the dance
we are just as good as dead.
He’ll track us down. He’ll find us.
It is best to think and do ahead…
Circle that date in red.
Procrastination, pushing that deadline;
It’s the weed that chokes our best intentions,
we know it, yet we seldom go ahead,
just get it done; and I should not fail to mention
the road of self-destruction
is paved with our good intentions?
We should not put off until tomorrow
what we can and ought to do today,
because it’s deadlines breathing down our neck
that make us grumps and turns us gray.
We might as well just do it,
get those deadlines out of the way.
Since we have to do it anyhow, why procrastinate?
It seems to me that pushing deadlines
is not worth the aggravation,
and once we’ve got that job done,
it’s excuse for a celebration;
Our fifteen seconds of fame,
April 15th rolled around
and we beat the deadline game.
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