Late

Never to be late,

Is a dream that is held,

Yet rarely fulfilled,

For others go at their pace,

While you attempt yours.
In vain you try,

However time passes,

At its own accord,

So you are not always on time,

And being late is what is,

The consequence of not being on,

Time. 

Late,

Because life gets in the way,

And you run out of time to do all,

The things that you need to.

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