Never Too Late

It is never too late.
Until awaiting to procrastinate,
A wasting of time had has come and gone.
But...
Does it really matter,
To the ones accustomed to hesitate?
Then seem always to find excuses to make.
Hoping someone else will take the blame,
For something to accuse them...
Of not remembering saying,
'To procrastinate about everything you say...
You should do as early as possible,
Leaves that early worm to catch for the birds!'

'I said what?
I don't remember saying that to you at all.'

'And you call yourself a friend?
How do you expect me to get anything done,
If I am not reminded of it!?
That's why from now on,
I am not going to depend upon anyone...
To insist I make up my mind.
And stick to whatever I decide to do!'

'Uh...
Sounds like a good idea.
Will that be,
Before or after you change your mind?'

'About what?'

'Blaming me for the doing of it.'