Procrastination

I’m a member of a tribe
That needs no application;
Not Cherokee or Navajo,
It’s called Procrasti-nation.

You’ll know if you are one of us,
Can tell if you belong;
I’m not proud to admit it,
But we’re many millions strong.

Our bills are paid last minute;
Our gifts are always late.
Library books are oft returned
Beyond the stamped due date.

For tests we’re used to cramming;
We shouldn’t be admired.
We miss those special offers
‘Cause it’s too late – they’ve expired.

Forget our best friends’ birthdays;
Put off mopping up the floors.
Actually we do delay
Most of the cleaning chores.

We should make those appointments
With doctors to see yearly.
The dentist’s office had to call –
I meant to go – sincerely!

Our thank you notes are written,
Just waiting to be mailed.
If doing things last-minute were a crime,
We’d all be jailed.

There isn’t any cure for this,
Though you may speculate;
You’re either born an early-bird
Or you procrastinate.

And if you are a member
Of the tribe, the indicator
Is if our motto does appeal:
“I think I’ll do it later!”