Hello
My name is Kate
And sadly, I procrastinate
It's not a choice
It's just my fate
It is a most annoying trait
Whenever I have made a date
With anyone...perhaps a mate
Minutes will turn into hours
Seedlings will grow into flowers
Ever since I've been alive
I've been tardy to arrive
If I say, "Please pass my plate."
They tell me they've already ate
It is a state
I've grown to hate
But I cannot increase my rate
If you are parcel post, I'm freight
Forgive me if I hesitate
I wish I could participate
These circumstances mitigate
I'm sorry to have made you wait
Time is hard to understand
It stretches like a rubber band
And though I try, it passes by
And leaves me here to wonder why
So when my weary life is done
And I have finished all my fun
St Pete will meet me at the gate
And he will ask, "Why are you late?"
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Author:
cynthiavkelly (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2023 19:21
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem for a writing group. The prompt: Why are you late. It kind of fell together and was fun to rhyme.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Fun to read also, not just because of the rhyme, to which I'm addicted, but also because over the course of a long lifetime, relationships and acquaintanceships with women have...............................! 😊
Your poem fell together in a smooth way.
procrastination can be a salutary form of meditation !
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