When deadlines are self-imposed

It's a wonder anyone really knows

We set up pressure for ourselves

And don't even find time to tell



What it is we're doing with our life

And so we go on with our own strife

Trying to meet the times we've set

Working hard at it until it's all met



And then when we're a day behind

Is it our fault or have we been blind

To other factors which tend to control

The situations, and thus don't allow



Us to finish things in a way complete

For they have a way of making us beat

And then we're kinda mad at ourselves

When the fault isn't ours, and yet we yell



But when it's all done, and done right

We're first to pat ourselves on back, light

For we've done it all and are so proud

Now we can go on to other things, loud



In our own self-appreciation and duty

To those things which tend to suit the

Objectives we've arranged and targeted

When it's all done, we're ready to market it ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

11:15am Thurs. Jan. 29, 98