One would think

By the time one reaches one’s seventies

One would have learned

That succumbing to the temptation of procrastination

Ultimately leads only to vexation

Learned that

The time between now

And when it gets done,

If it even gets done,

Will inevitably

Be haunted

By the specter of the undone,

As many days, weeks and months

Have been haunted

Over these many months, years and decades.

Hence, one would think,

One would have learned

To do it

Now.