Delay Not
Find out where your reasons lay
For every preferred delay
And keep in mind that men pay
For the legs they dragged all day
To “Be fast!” “Out of my way!”
Smokers stuck to their ash tray
While loved ones like donkeys bray.
As we delay lots at bay,
Precious time we boldly slay,
Little answer when we pray,
Wasted April leaves for May
And later Month May goes gray!
Yet, delay anger that grows,
Rabid rage that in vein flows;
Do men delay time for flights?
No, they don’t: they could for fights!
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