I have hundreds of these index card sized bookmarks that my dad had printed years ago. They’re blue and have a poem he wrote in 1972. On the back they have a little song that he used to motivate his sales team at the time. I’ll leave the song alone since I rarely look at it myself, but here is the poem:

End Of The Day

My daily work has come to pass,
And tell me, Lord, if I may ask -
Today has now come to an end,
Did I take from it all I can?

This day no longer will come to me,
It’s gone, it’s passed, no more to be -
For what I missed and did not do,
With all that time I wasted too.

I promise that this is the end,
And starting now, I will begin
To start each day off with a plan,
And carry it out to the end.

To make each hour of the day
A followed plan where I can say,
No wasted time has passed me by -
I’m organized, now I will fly!

- Edward Witwicki