The thank-yous are waiting, they need to be written;
But by my own sloth I am woefully bitten.
The chore has been put off, delayed and postponed
Youd think that by now Id have somehow atoned.
How those who were kindly must think me a lout!
As weeks turn to months with no thank-yous sent out.
I wonder just how late is too late to send?
Before I have snubbed each acquaintance and friend.
Advice would be welcome; Id thank you profusely
(But not very timely Im speaking quite loosely.)