Always Late

I'm in a constant race against Father time. You can bet I'll be last crossing the finish line. If I must tell someone a time and date, I'll make it there, but I'll be late. At home the clocks are running fast. But when I arrive, I'm always last. The harder I try, the later it gets. Be it early sunrise or late at sunset. My friends are always laughing, they think it's a joke. I don't think it's very funny that I'm a chronic slowpoke. If I start getting ready three hours prior. I'll forget something, like putting my clothes in the dryer. So, while you wait, there's no need to worry. If I'm going to be late, I'll let you know early.