One Minute Too Late
Can’t change time, only myself
Is it part of my personality that I’m late? That even when I prepare more than before, I’m still behind the 8-ball?
I hope not. And I don’t think so because sometimes I can manage to be early.
Why can’t I change enough to make that permanent?
Why, how… and for the sake of the ‘who’…
My family is always 1 hour late and my partner’s family is always 1 half-hour early.
So from mine to them… what disrespect!
I’m sick of being like them. Even just a little bit.
Because I miss out on opportunities too. It doesn’t matter how good my effort is if I’m finishing just after the deadline.
Even by one minute… even by one second!
I’m sick, sick, sick of being one minute late.
Hopefully that’s the beginning, how the journey starts.
Not hopefully. If I’m really that tired of it, then I should be ready to change.
Admit the problem, understand why… and change. Not with words, that last one second.
With action, that lasts as long as you keep at it.
About the Creator
Gabriel Shames
I’m an east coast American, interested in writing poetry and fiction as long as I can remember. I took a test in 4th grade where they told me I wrote creatively at a college level!
Hope you enjoy reading as much I as I do creating ❣️
Keep reading
More stories from Gabriel Shames and writers in Poets and other communities.
Turquoise Clouds in a Green Sky
“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
By Matthew Batham5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
You are a busy writer, my friend. Kudos! I love your posts btw.