Late Kate

cynthiavkelly

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?"

 

  • Author: cynthiavkelly (Offline 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
  • Views: 5
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments2

  • Doggerel Dave

    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.

  • Lorenz

    procrastination can be a salutary form of meditation !



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.