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 © | Year Posted 2020

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

George Avatar
March 6, 2022 at 1:17 AM
Such a beautiful entry ! I love Emily Dickinson and her poem- Because I Couldn't Stop for Death '. Tom you have done full justice to the theme. I enjoyed the end particularly!
Cunningham Avatar
March 6, 2022 at 2:18 AM
Thank you very much Valsa, I'm pleased that you enjoyed it. Hope you have a lovely day. Tom
Mcgee Avatar
May 20, 2020 at 10:05 AM
You could feel the frustration through your skilled writing...congrats on your top placement Tom!
Cunningham Avatar
May 20, 2020 at 10:14 AM
Thank you very much Jeanne, glad you liked it. Hope you're well Tom
Dutta Avatar
March 4, 2020 at 11:50 PM
So nicely composed. Masterpiece. All the best.
Cunningham Avatar
March 5, 2020 at 1:48 AM
Thank you Anisha. Tom
Messina Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 12:30 AM
Fantastic entry for the contest, Tom. Best wishes in the contest. Charlie
Cunningham Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 5:28 AM
Thank you Charlie, I'd rather arrive an hour early than be two minutes late. Tom
Somadas Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 10:01 AM
Wonderful poem.. You create a suspense till the end and I read greedily to reach the end.. Great entry in the contest Tom..Good luck..
Cunningham Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 10:07 AM
Thank you Jenish, glad you enjoyed the story. Tom
Mcguire Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 2:00 PM
me poor mum was late every sunday for church so embarrassing
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 2:02 PM
Thanks Timothy, but at least she turned up. Tom
Mcconnell Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 10:26 AM
Nice penning Tom, sorry you missed the funeral but as you say better being there in one piece. Blessings, Gordon
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 2:02 PM
Thanks Gordon, it's everyones dread to turn up late. Tom
Pandit Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 6:57 AM
Your poem highlights the contest theme brilliantly, Tom. Lovely tone and flow. Great ending. All the best.
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 9:47 AM
Thank you very much Vijay, everyones worst nightmare Missing a funeral. Tom
Messina Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 4:43 AM
Sounds like a guy who would be late for his own funeral (lol) Nicely done, Tom. Best wishes in the contest. Charlie
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 5:53 AM
Haha, thanks Charlie, sometimes I wish I was a bit more layed back, those guys never suffer from stress lol. Tom
Romios Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 2:51 AM
Sorry nobody was there, Tom. Well written verse. Panagiota xx
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 5:52 AM
Thanks Panagiota, I always give myself plenty of time for anything, well try too lol. Tom
Koplin Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 11:20 PM
You might have missed the funeral. But think of that time spent with your friend. Precious memory. Thanks for sharing
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 5:56 AM
Thank you Mark, so true, always better to arrive in one piece though. Tom
Wolf Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 9:27 PM
Nobody alive anyway... The dead can wait forever:) gw
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 5:58 AM
Some truth in that Gershon, if I was that late I think I'd go home and say I had a headache lol. Tom
De Beaulieu Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 5:58 PM
Hello Tom, nobody at the church! That is because he drove too slow.. Enjoyed. Have a nice day my friend.
Cunningham Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 6:08 PM
Thank you Darlene, I'm all for safe driving but funerals can't wait. Tom
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace