I’m not one to procrastinate

But what if something is never late?

I mean, what if there is no deadline?

What if you’re finally in that coveted “retired lifestyle”

And you can finally get around to all the things you’ve been wanting do for a while?

Fix up the house, take that trip, get in shape?

Or even some littler things like reading more books or writing more poems 

Or walking to the edge of the neighborhood where everyone’s been goin’?

If only we had more time 

Oh, of all the lies 

The lies we tell ourselves

I’ve learned that right now is the time 

Because ironically it seems the more free time I have, the less stuff gets done 

There’s a benefit to being a full-time employed, homeowning, dogowning, wife-PTA president-soccer mom 

They get more done than my retired neighbor 

He says every day is the same 

He can’t bring himself to sort the garage, even, and he feels shame 

He says the clock on the wall is a curse 

The busy mom across the street seems to pull time from her purse 

One day as she was walking out the door 

The retired guy mustered up the umph to ask her if he could help 

And what do you know – he took to pressure washing her house and mowing the lawn

And then he cleaned up his own space 

He even trained for a marathon 

It felt like he had more time than ever before and he was doing more 

He even got a part-time job 

And I stopped seeing so much of that man, Rob 

Productivity breeds productivity

Time is like money – there is never enough 

We must move with what we have 

Maybe it can multiply!

It definitely can’t be stashed

Either way, we are all going to eventually die 

When there is no more time