Tomorrow's Here .....by Richard Koss Days of sweet procrastination. Sleepless nights, from things undone. Always waiting for tomorrow, "Yes," he'd say. "But not today." Ever flirting with those due dates, Somehow, he still got it done. Burning lots of midnight oil, Standing tall Against the wall. Cards mailed late on Christmas Eve. Letters, phone calls, still unanswered. Yet, his friends all understood. More or less. I guess. Gave us all some anxious moments, Missing dates and coming late. Don't know just what made him so. At times he'd care, But that was rare. Doctor told him, "Take those tests." He said he would, but never did. Even after losing weight, He telephoned, But still postponed. There he lies now. No regrets. Trying to put this off awhile. But the reaper, standing by, Now bends his ear And whispers clear. "The time has come. Tomorrow's here."