Procrastination

While sitting in my shack one night, Looking out the window, what a beautiful sight, The sun had set, the moon was shining bright, Every thing was fine, much to my delight.

Listening to my radio, the hams were complaining, There's a storm brewing, static was increasing, As I watched the moon, much to my dismay, A cloud passed over, more was on the way.

Soon there were many, the moon began to dim, The temperature was falling, winter was setting in, Rain was falling, and snow began mixing, I just remembered, my antenna needs a fixing.

It had served me faithfully for so many years, I should be ashamed, it almost moved me to tears, Work while the sun shines, my father told me, But I was lazy, and time passed, as you can see.

Fear not, it's still up there, I said, as I gladly, went to bed, It's battered and torn, and hanging by a thread, It's winter outside, and dark as can be, It will make it through the night, just wait and see.

Morning came, I was up early, waiting for daylight, I went to my shack, in snow , up to my back, It had snowed all night, now Ice was forming, I slowly drank my coffee, while waiting for morning.

I turned on my Rig, a-hah! I said in my head, It's still working, or else all would be dead, The hams were still complaining and going strong, There's snow and ice, and it will be there long.

I rushed outside to have a look see, But damage to my antenna was not to be, It's still up there, I said, while the feelings were mixing, There's one thing for sure, "my antenna still needs a fixing".

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