I found this in my archives. Sadly, I do not know who wrote it. Certainly wasn’t me.

After a series of searches, I could not find the poem online. So, no attribution. Let’s just call the author Anonymous. Here it is. Enjoy

If you founded your house on the movable sand,
And have failed to secure a firm hold on the land,
Take advice from the Lord and His biblical tale,
If you fail to prepare, you’re preparing to fail.

If you squander your time on the tricks of the trade,
On discovering just how shortcut is made,
You’ve neglected to work and your skills are but frail.
If you fail to prepare, you’re preparing to fail.

Can you fathom a sailboat alone on the sea,
And the storm and the waves dancing violently?
Like a crew that’s untrained for the tempest and gale,
If you fail to prepare, you’re preparing to fail.

If a cross country runner trains only a stint,
And he practices simply by running a sprint,
He will make it part way down the arduous trail.
If you fail to prepare, you’re preparing to fail.

Any seeds that are sown will not vanish or spoil,
If they’re spread on the tilled and the fertilized soil.
It’s a soil that’s prepared for the seeds in the pail.
If you fail to prepare, you’re preparing to fail.

If you want no excuses, no worries or frets,
If you want peace of mind, ever void of regrets,
Let the wisdom sequester you far from the wail.
If you fail to prepare, you’re preparing to fail.