"There! I did my good deed for the day."
How often, these words, people will say.
As if it were a chore, in the way,
thinking the good deed stole from their day.
Grandpa knew and to us would convey,
that helping others, not asking pay,
would then make that good deed, double weigh
as golden friendships along the way.
I meant to work with elderly folks my good deed for the day
Somehow I put it off...maybe another day.
I meant to study the holy books upon the dusty shelf
Covered now in dust and grime, waiting to teach this mind.
I meant to write a poem today, at least t'was on my mind
But now the day has sped on by, my poem lost to time.
I meant to kick that awful habit, my daily dose of drink
Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow since today is on the blink.
I meant to spread a little love, share with someone today
But I really wasn’t up to it, perhaps another day.
I meant to sleep tonight in a bed warm and snug
But all I had was a sleepless night, drunk upon the rug.
I meant to have a special day after all my tasks were done,
I mean to try once more before the 'morrow's sun
For now I know …. regret….remorse….. I wish….and if onlys ,
Never, ever get things done.