I promise to write a poem tomorrow…
What if it never comes?
I will live my life to the fullest today
As if it were all I thought yesterday

My daily doings are not well planned
I live just because I am meant to
I wish most of the things I do daily affect the world positively
But I exist, just because I have no other option

Most people desire to have an hour more to live
But presently, are nowhere to be found
I keep on procrastinating what needed to be done today
As if I know what tomorrow REALLY awaits

I am filled to the brim, with my own worry
Never wanting my tomorrow to be all about story
Even though I never want to feel sorry
I better start to be in a hurry

Procrastinating comes just like the sea breeze
Cooling up the body of the feeble ones
Never be carried away by this silly nature….not being
If you really want to revenge…with a successful story

TODAY IS THE TOMORROW OF YESTERDAY YOU WERE ONCE WORRIED ABOUT
LIVE TO COUNT…COUNT TO LIVE