Don’t Dilly Dally

Never put off doing until tomorrow what you can do today
Who knows but that tomorrow may never come your way
We are but passing ships in the middle of the night 
Disappearing into the darkness over the horizon’s line of sight
One’s existence on earth is in the harsh hands of destiny
Only a conciseness of a succinctness with briefness brevity
Tipping over the edge of eternity without a moments thought
Humanity is not invincible nor can agedness be bought

So don’t dilly dally those desirables that dance betwixt your head
Make a point of doing them
It’s too late when your dead
Like an unexploded bomb our lives ticks away
Until we meet our maker on that definite doomsday
Yes our presence on this planet is precarious
Alas one’s departure of dissolution is nefarious
‘Burying your head in the sand’
Well what’s the point it that
Do it while you still can
While you can still wear a hat