I feel surrounded by countless fears The world for me has nothing but hate It's getting harder and harder to hold back the tears For I have an infamous tendency to be late
And that's just how they would phrase it too So holier-than-thou with their watches In this world swiftly turned to zoo Time is king and we are just the notches
My teacher felt the urge to inform me today That I am late in every way Late in my work, late in my location Late in choosing my perfect vocation
And even if you try your hardest Treat your task as a craft If you were there the latest Everyone will view you as daft
Well from now on I will try hard to be on time I'll cut the corners and muddle through the grime This problem brings me so much shame And my peers always choose my head to blame
But never assume that I don't care Do not believe I enjoy this flaw For like all the great singers and witty writers rare My punctuality will someday leave the world in awe
A poem about my dissapointing tendency to be late.