The best intentions that I've ever had
Were waiting at the bottom of the stairs,
Searching for a stupid writing pad,
Or for the laser printer's toner spares;
In other words the times when I cannot,
No matter how I wish or I desire
Act on the new intention I have got,
But rather must allow it to expire
A mere velleity, wished but undone,
A want that cannot rise up to a deed.
These thoughts evaporate before begun
Because, although perhaps a fertile seed,
The ground was stony, and the timing wrong
For good intentions to have lasted long.
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