Each task has its allotted time
Calculate my journeys into town;
On paper the agenda's fine.
But interruptions tend to come
From phone calls, visits or email
New challenges can make me run
And many of my targets fail.
A birthday phone call carries on
It's rare we have a time to chat
First minutes, then an hour is gone ...
Letters drop down on the mat.
A neighbour needs a helping hand
A light bulb pips – must be replaced
My mental hour glass loses sand
I fry an egg in nervous haste.
Cripes! Four o'clock – so much remains
I've had no time at all this week
To catch up, so I take great pains
To clear the decks and miss out sleep.
But as the daylight fades away
My agenda seems as long as ever
I shrug; stare at it in dismay
It is beyond my best endeavour!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
Title taken from Robert Burns: " The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley".
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