“Delay”, a poem

 

Years ago,
I was never late.
Give me a diary date and time,
And I’d be there one Americano in advance.
But now, I delay
Whenever I can.
For a while I didn’t know why.
It could be first dates,
Appointments, whatever;
Never punctual.
And then I realised
That I was afraid to arrive.
After all,
Why rush anywhere you want to go
When at your journey’s end
There is someone saying
No.

One comment

  1. ronke says:

    I love that line “i was afraid to arrive”. Love it

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