Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
I like to make ‘to do’ lists
But never look at them.
There’s things go in the ‘someday’ list
That somehow don’t get done.
They’re often correspondence
Letters I should write
But the longer that I leave it
The harder it will get.
There’s family I ought to phone
But leave it much too long.
If I were to call them now
They’d assume there’s something wrong.
They stay on my to do list
Though I draft things in my head
And then I’m left with deep regret
If I hear that someone’s dead.
I fail to make arrangements
For visits I should make
And then complain the calendars full
And we struggling for spare dates.
I wish it could be different
I’d be good and keep in touch.
I like to make ‘to do’ lists
But I don’t look at them much.
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