For those who have been following the hit UK farce called "BREXIT", now showing all over Europe, here is a poem, and some background to it.
The referendum was held 3 years ago. The article 50 trigger was pulled 2 years ago. Only now, when the deadline looms, have the politicians finally got off their backsides and frantically started DOING something instead of merely posturing. In their honour, here is a poem:-

TOMORROW

Tomorrow is an opiate to people such as I,
For procrastination is our bent. “Today is far too nigh
For decisions of such import. The facts need to be weighed
And analysed. Tomorrow should be when the choice is made.”

With words like these we justify inaction all day long.
Then, come midnight, it’s tomorrow, but we’re scared of being wrong,
For the present’s always present, so we dither in the sun
Until once again it’s nightfall, and nothing’s yet been done.

And when, at last, tomorrow to yesterday has passed,
Our twenty/twenty hindsight will make things clear at last.
“Too late today is over, we’ve missed our golden chance
But perhaps we’ll get another one, tomorrow, perchance.”
© P. Finne.