By Adora Istrate

I’ll do it later, says the boy to his mother,

Maybe it’ll get done in some way or another.

procratination

I’ll do it later, says the girl with great dreams,

But “later” takes up much more time than she deems.

I’ll do it later, says the woman each day,

But months pass and still it is not underway.

I’ll do it later, says the man to each threat,

But “later” gets longer and so does regret.

How much would get done if “now” turned to “later”?

Who would ever do anything greater?

I’ll do it now, says the boy to his mother,

Not waiting for it to be done by another.

I’ll do it now, says the girl with great dreams,

And “now” becomes easier to do than it seems.

I’ll do it now, says the woman each day,

So she of great character is a display.

I’ll do it now, says the man to the threat,

To show that he is not their prey just yet.


adora-istrateAdora Istrate is a fourteen-year-old missionary kid who lives in Romania. She has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember and can be classified in the mysterious group known as the “bookworms.” She loves writing poems on the spur of the moment, and reading and writing fantasy and historical fiction. Her other hobbies include: playing sports, spending time with family, and engaging in artistic activities. She has no idea what she might want to be when she grows up, but she aspires to do whatever it is for God’s glory.