Two days late – TB

13 Jun

No wonder I’m late,

This clock is more than two days slow. 

The strain of life is now beginning to show. 

I think you aged during the prolonged wait. 

And now it’s three years that I owe you in unpaid rent. 

I went to bed listening to Bach’s unwritten symphonies. 

I awoke in a stairwell serenaded by a vagrant’s daily miseries. 

But I can claim to have solved one of life’s great mysteries

About why I was two days late. 

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