Making Plans
Plans are like pudding
So soft and sweet;
We shape them and make them
Like chocolate chip treats.
Rolling them ‘round
In our smarty-pants minds
Believing in somedays,
Goals and deadlines.
We treat them like candy
Or precious lodestones;
And can’t live without them
So deep in our bones.
How could we manage
To move on ahead?
Without future thinking
We’re dumber than lead.
So sooner or later
With enough sweat and tears;
We’ll reach all our goals and vanquish our fears.
Until then we struggle,
Strive, lose and win,
Never planning tomorrow
Might not come again.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2011
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