Procrastination is the road
To Never-Never land,
Where birds are always in the bush
But never in the hand.
Where trees drop saddened branches down
With fruit of Might-Have-Been,
And brooks wash youthful dreams away
Into the river When. It is no fun to travel on
For promised work is never done,
And gain is always Say. I think I’d much prefer to walk
The Do-It-Now Highway,
Where tasks grow never large or hard
For him who works Today.
- Selected; via the weekly bulletin of the Harrisburg church
of Christ in Harrisburg, IL. You may visit their