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.

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They’re often correspondence

Letters I should write

But the longer that I leave it

The harder it will get.

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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.

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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.

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I fail to make arrangements

For visits I should make

And then complain the calendars full

And we struggling for spare dates.

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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.