Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Late Again

I started late at nine months plus,

My mother oft repeated.

I'm still behind on ev'rything,

My sense of time defeated.

Waiting for a call from me,

My friends get really tired

When I tell them I can't call--

 my prepaid done expired.

But what's the rush? I'd like to know

Why everyone is hurried –

We all wind up in the same spot

When we're dead and buried.

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