Time Is of the Essence
I look at the clock and shake my head.
We might be late-not looking good.
My friend is possibly still in bed.
This thing I've never understood!
How can you make a definite plan
and then just let it drift away?
Of tardiness I'm not a fan.
I'm thinking of choice words to say.
This annoys me so very much.
No excuse is good enough.
They'll have a tale to tell and such.
But in my mind 'tis just too tough!
I am a person always on time.
In fact at times I'm a little early.
Being so late has no reason or rhyme.
This pet peeve tends to make me surly.
There are people that I love dearly
who are always keeping me waiting.
All these years they never did fear me.
And I just can't end up hating.
I'm the only one who feels any pain.
I gawk at my watch when their time is up.
Now I realize I've got nothing to gain.
So I tell myself suck it up buttercup!
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