When Someone's Late
A poem about the cost of being late!
Someone is late,
And so I wait;
A minute, two or ten;
To me the cost,
Is good time lost
That never comes again.
He does not care
How I shall fare,
Or what my loss shall be;
His tardiness
Is selfishness
And basely rude to me.
My boys, be spry,
The moments fly;
Meet every date you make.
Be weather fair
Or foul, be there
In time your place to take.
And girls, take heed,
And work with speed;
Each task on time begin;
On time begun,
And work well done,
The highest praise will win.
- Max Hill
2 Comment(s)
My mother used to quote this poem when I was young, and said it again to my children when they were young. I am so happy to find this poem again! Thanks for publishing it!
Am gonna do things in right time before