The time I am wasting on this is worth thirty dollars.

I stare helplessly at the scattered pages,
Strewn haphazardly, disorderly piled.
A small paper manual lies wounded,
Thrown against the wall and reviled.
Planners are supposed to SIMPLIFY
But this! This! I can't even look.
Mom walks past, sympathetic.
"Honey, would you like to borrow the book?"
There's a BOOK on how to use this?!
This Franklin Covey monster!
I thought I was ready for the "next step"
I really, really miss my day-timer.