Too Late
We slowly drove he knew no haste
Not a grain of urgency did he have
My watch told me that we were late
Of all the days to pick time to waste.
A friends buriel we were due to attend
And now I was beginning to feel panic
He reminded me, so much like a sloth
Seemed this journey would never end.
At every junction he'd stop and wait
People behind would toot their horns
Whats their problem he would say
I had never before seen folks so irate.
He carried on his slow driving without any care
Then he slowed down, I thought dont you dare
At long last we reached the church of St Clare
And it was no surprise there was nobody there.
Written 17th February 2020.
First line used - We slowly drove he knew no haste -Emily Dickinson.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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