Quittance

I thought that just a little later on
I'd fix the things that were not right today.
When all the dust had settled down upon
The fury of the moment, I'd allay
My petty occupations and begin
To concentrate upon what mattered most:
Bad habits rectified, and carnal sins
Surrendered, at long last, to Holy Ghost.
But later on became, at last, today,
And was no different from the past I'd spent.
Diurnal deeds upon me did surmount,
Making all my tomorrows yesterdays.
I learned too late, much to my soul's lament,
One only has today to take account.