Fuzzy Day
A warm fuzzy day in Honolulu,
reminds me of work I've left undone.
Unseen planes above the haze trouble you,
are they going, or coming, the question
is? How do I finish a life on the fly?
Should I complete one sure thing in time left?
And that is the rub! The time that I die
could be tomorrow, or some time less def-
inite. Not profound! Anyone could say
that. The problem is each day comes the nudge
that reminds me how short my tether may
be, leaving indecision not to budge.
Tomorrow is not too late to finish
an over-due project with relish.
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