By: John E. Murray, III
What time does it have to be
For you to be too late?
What is late any who?
I was late again for time I didn’t even know I had…
I was late again for a time I didn’t even know existed.
Is it too late to go back again?
How far back do you have to go?
Why do you have to go?
Besides, it is down the hall to the left…
What…yes…never mind…
It’s Late…
I’m Late…
Oh, forget it…
Too late again…
Maybe tomorrow,
Will I be early at being late
Whatever that means…
Goodnight and good luck…
Afterall, it’s late
Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry
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