A poem for a darling deadline

Where would I be without you:

lost in the ticks of time?

Would I be frittering all my chances,

day-dreaming of stuff divine?

Where would I find my courage

without the pressure you pose?

Would I be delving deeper within

making my soul its wishes disclose?

How would I manifest my heart

or place my work in the sun?

Without you, darling deadline,

nothing would ever get done.

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