How doth the little busy me
Improve the task at hand,
With time so short, anxiety
Warm up my inner band!
How shamefully she throws it down!
How rough she scrawls her ink!
And labors hard with clicking sounds
Embrace creative stink.
In works of mediocrity,
I will not tarry long;
For heaven’s sake, mundanity
Is practice’ second song
In works and deeds, or small attempt,
Let my efforts pass,
That I might write for one more day
while running out of gas .
–after Isaac Watts….after Lewis Carroll
Early Morning Poems 