Punctuality

Ihate being late. YES, being late.

It’sone thing I cannot abide.

I’drather be an hour early

Thanto be one minute slow.

 

AlthoughI know

Thehurly-burly of

Thishurry scurry world can

Forcedelays,

Spreaddismay,

Evenlead to seeds of woe. 

 

Seldomare there fair excuses

Torecuse such slack convention.

Justa sad habituation,

Oneof seven deadly sins.

 

Quickto offer self-defense when

Facedwith fussy admonition.

Sprywith jives and whys and wherefores

Erethe reprimands begin. 

 

Difficultto comprehend

Orhold a grain of empathy

Forthose who pose and thumb their nose

Athints of punctuality.