poetry: too late to focus

Work while you're to work to concentrate you say and play while to play
To be useful and happy
This is the way
All what you do,
Do it with your mind
For things done by half
Can never be done right

A stitch in time
Saves More than nine
Bake your leaves
When the oven is steaming
Leave it till tomorrow
An assignment meant for today
Work when you're still fresh
So as to have a peaceful tomorrow

If your parents are rich
Set not your mind there
Do your own best
If you refuse to work
Then you will have to sweat
When they will have to rest
And riches of your parents
Might not longer be useful then
It will just be too late!

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