Late Kate

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?"