Sorting through some old papers, I came across a yellowed newspaper clipping with the following sentiment that I wanted to share:

Someday

 
There’s a loving letter, I mean to send,
There’s a visit, I mean to pay.
There’s a careless habit, I hope to mend,
When I get time, someday.
 
There’s a dusty Bible, I mean to read,
There’s an hour, I’ll keep to pray,
And, I’ll turn each dream to a golden deed,
When I get time, someday.
 
I’ll carry flowers to the sick and sad,
I’ll seek for those who stray,
You may trace my steps by hearts made glad,
When I get time, someday.
 
So we’ve thought, and so we’ve said,
Yet, how sad to relate,
That busy with less important things,
We’ve waited until too late.
 
We’ll never find the time, dear friend,
To be kind, along life’s way,
Lest we thoughtfully and prayerfully,
Make the most of everyday.

 
Rather than return this poem to the drawer it was buried in, I’m putting it right next to my computer, to remind myself to… stop procrastinating! And to remember that every day should be a “someday.”