Looking at the calendar upon the wall
Writing in some thoughts for the next few days
There is always so much to complete
Why is the urgent so rarely important?
Counting money, I see there is enough
Saving is more difficult than earning
The eyes seek ways to live
The heart fears that there is no good answer
Erasing a task from the calendar, the days goals are met
Is it time to rest, or to do tomorrow’s work?
Every day seems to be a busy day
One will never run out of tasks
There is time to rest
When do we delay one task until tomorrow?
Some things can be put off
Some things must be done now
The body is so very tired
Yet — there is hope that tomorrow is better