If I Could Just Get Organized
by Douglas Malloch
There may be nothing wrong with you, The way you live, the work you do, But I can very plainly see Exactly what is wrong with me.
It isn’t that I’m indolent, Or dodging duty by intent; I work as hard as anyone, And yet I get so little done, The morning goes, the noon is here, Before I know, the night is near, And all around me I regret, Are things I haven’t finished yet.
If I could just get organized! I oftentimes have realized Not all that matters is the man; The man must also have a plan.
With you, there may be nothing wrong But here’s my trouble right along; I do the things that don’t amount To very much, of no account, That really seem important though And let a lot of matters go.
I nibble this, I nibble that, But never finish what I’m at. I work as hard as anyone And yet, I get so little done, I’d do so much you’d be surprised, If I could just get organized!