Meeting Deadlines I always meet my deadlines. I don’t even have to try – They sneak up on me from nowhere, Tap my shoulder and say hi. It’s you! I cry. So how are you? I did not think you’d come so soon. Can’t stop now but why don’t we meet Next Tuesday afternoon? Or, better still, two weeks from now? My deadline shrugs and sighs. A fortnight on, we meet again, Much to my surprise. Brian Bilston
Today’s poem is called ‘Meeting Deadlines’.