Time Management vs. Sanity: a Poem

I'll do the dusting;

but just now, there's a mockingbird outside.

In time, I'll scrub the floor;

for now, a great cathedral tree has called.

In time, I'll wash the windows;

yet here's a wild river to ride.

In time, I'll put the dishes away;

when I have finished ballooning aloft.

In time, in time,

I'll do my earthly chores;

after I've sailed the high seas.

In time, I'll find

a moment for laundry;

let me go now--I've a mountain to climb.

In time, I shall sweep the floor;

but first, I must go out to play.

In time, in time,

In my time, in my way,

I live my life

in joyous celebration.

In time,

I know that I shall die;

but first,

I shall sample the lush buffet.

In time,

when my number's up,

don't let me say I sinned the sin

of being blind or deaf or dumb of soul.

For wouldn't it be a terrible sin to go,

and not have known

the marvels of this world in my time?

In time, in time,

all things,

in their time.

This poem was originally written back in May of 1989, with a revision in May of 2010. It displays my inner values; my personality: I love to play.

I get my chores done, but I refuse to be a slave to them.

I enjoy playtime and those things keep me sane. The old adage of, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," surely holds true for me.

As I was re-reading it, the poem underwent another minor revision in February of 2018.