Overslept, <br /> My alarm is now broke, <br />Cancelled train, <br /> The sun smiles at the joke. <br /> <br />Running, racing to get there, <br /> suddenly trip and fall, <br />reach where i'm going, <br /> Only to get my fingers slamed in the door. <br /> <br />Go to the bathroom and then find out, <br /> nobody told me i was wearing my shirt inside out, <br />frastration is building like a volcano inside, <br /> and my brain is getting closer to being fried. <br /> <br />Why is it that when you run late, <br />everything goes wrong? <br /> Great - <br />turned on the radio - <br /> in time to catch the end of my favourite song. <br /> <br />02/11/05.<br /><br />Liz Munro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-those-days-late-again/
