Just 20 minutes, that's all it takes,
To achieve that reached for task.
And soon an omnibus it makes,
In its satisfaction you can bask.

For little by little big things are formed,
Like cloud on a summer's day.
Small balls of wool to a sky full stormed,
Little sense it was on its way.

So to spend this daily ring-fenced time,
On what it is you can't get started.
Will soon result in a thing sublime,
Tyranny of time; from it briefly parted.

Something will then gently grow,
Where no growth anticipated.
And though in the moment seeming slow,
You'll have soon something created.

So all it takes is dedication,
A regular third of a day's hour slot.
To set in train a situation,
Where from nothing you reap a lot.

This is the way being time's friend works,
When presented tasks, each flunks.
Their prospect soon less daunting lurks,
As little chips become big chunks.