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!