As I crushed the aluminum can <br /> that I had just held in my hand. <br /> I decided to check on the going <br /> rate. <br /> Yesterday it was 60, but today <br /> it's 50 <br /> I am sorry...you are a day TOO <br /> LATE. <br /> <br /> Once I borrowed money from <br /> Dad and I answered an ad... <br /> A Chevrolet sedan... '68 <br /> When I arrived I was told <br /> Sorry the cars been sold <br /> I got there an hour TOO LATE. <br /> <br /> I went to the barber and sat in <br /> the chair. <br /> I said I am not here to have <br /> you cut my hair, <br /> I want something to grow hair <br /> on my pate. <br /> He went to the shelf read all <br /> the labels himself, turned and <br /> said, <br /> Sorry I think you're TOO <br /> LATE <br /> <br /> So as time goes on, it's the <br /> same old song <br /> It seems it's my destined fate as <br /> I go my way, <br /> To hear someone say I am <br /> sorry friend you're TOO LATE <br /> I live day to day trying to <br /> change my way <br /> So that when my soul, it heads for the gate <br /> I don't hear Peter say We <br /> closed yesterday, I am sorry my <br /> friend you're TOO LATE.<br /><br />Frank H. McNamara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late/
