‘You are LATE!’,
They said at the Gate,
‘I am sorry’, I said as I ran,
‘Come early tomorrow’, said the guardsman.
Only if there was a job of Late,
Going to school or,
Washing the Plates,
I know everything would be slow,
But isn’t being fast, the devil’s show.
Is being Late,
Exploiting our Fate?
If it is then forget about your Date.
But just imagine what would happen if the Sun was late,
The early bird won’t get the worm, and,
No one will be able to dig an early Grave.
Alas! I ask this to everyone present,
Can the heavenly and non-living,
ever be Late, or,
Lateness is the attribute of a,