On Schedule

Each morning when I rise
I kneel and close my eyes.
It’s then I begin to say,
“How can we plan my day?”

I use to leave it all to chance,
days events and most romance.
“The ounce of caution” just a retort,
“a pound of cure” always was short.

So a schedule I need to keep,
if my troubles I’d like to leap.
Daily affairs must be in order,
together planning holds all like mortar.

So ask me not to take a chance,
me eyes will find you in my glance.
I ‘ll simply say it’s just my way
that a schedule plan’s my day.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards