Poem about delay

Salary is late.

The train is late.

The boss is late.

Bills are late.

I'm late.

They are late.

People start families late.

When you should be a grandma,

you're a mom then.

Why?

Because everything is delayed.

Late for work.

Then late for everything.

And so on.

No one respects anyone.

If the salary was not late,

I wouldn't be late with bills.

If the train wasn't late,

even the boss wouldn't be late for work.

When they are all late.

We are all late too.

If you weren't late for work,

moms would be moms,

grandmas would be grandmas.

Look at the clock.

Try not to be late.

Then everything will come when it's time.

Author: Musician

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