A poem on time management written by me.
What time is it again?
Half past 10?
Sit down, start your task.
You can do it.
Do not check your phone.
It's 12PM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
One new notification, picks up phone.
"Let's go to lunch."
Oh no, here we go again.
It's 1PM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
That looks interesting, oh and that too.
Like, share, favorite.
Click, click click.
Post a snap:
"Soooooo bored, someone save me from this homework."
One new text: I'm on my way.
It's 3PM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
What do I do now?
"Hey guys, check out this meme I just found."
It's 6PM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
"Wanna get dinner?"
"Wow, I really like this quinoa."
"OK Google: What even is quinoa?"
It's 8PM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
" Sleep is for the weak!" I yell as I look at my clock.
It's 10PM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
Type, type, type. Click, click, click.
It's 1AM and nothing is done that I said I would do.
Moral of the poem: Work before play.
