M's Poetry
Too Late
I ran out that day without a care in the world
hoped in my car and sped right off
the sun was shining and I was smiling
for once everything seemed right
maybe my luck was shifting
for once the same scenrios wasn't repeating
the work day was busy same as usual
I stayed even late because I was chatting
my phone was ringing but I pushed ignore
wrapped up in my own conversations
I didn't want to be interrupted or thought I would talk at you later
the traffic was jammed up five o'clock, what at you gonna do?
but sit there and cool your heels
as I approached our street, sirens blared in the distance
I raced forward wondering exactly what I was missing
around the corner our house was surrounded
in horror I watched as they draped you over with a white sheet
my blood went cold I knew right then what had happened was no accident,the police later explained there had been a wanted man
that just so happened was roaming the neighborhood
after you couldn't get me you stepped outside
for some fresh air, as the bullets rang out
you had no chance you died right there
tears streamed as I remembered pushing ignore
and even staying late to talk
I was just too late, too late to save you
too late was just to be the fate
if I just would have left on time
maybe it would have been me
if only...I wasn't too late
2003@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
hoped in my car and sped right off
the sun was shining and I was smiling
for once everything seemed right
maybe my luck was shifting
for once the same scenrios wasn't repeating
the work day was busy same as usual
I stayed even late because I was chatting
my phone was ringing but I pushed ignore
wrapped up in my own conversations
I didn't want to be interrupted or thought I would talk at you later
the traffic was jammed up five o'clock, what at you gonna do?
but sit there and cool your heels
as I approached our street, sirens blared in the distance
I raced forward wondering exactly what I was missing
around the corner our house was surrounded
in horror I watched as they draped you over with a white sheet
my blood went cold I knew right then what had happened was no accident,the police later explained there had been a wanted man
that just so happened was roaming the neighborhood
after you couldn't get me you stepped outside
for some fresh air, as the bullets rang out
you had no chance you died right there
tears streamed as I remembered pushing ignore
and even staying late to talk
I was just too late, too late to save you
too late was just to be the fate
if I just would have left on time
maybe it would have been me
if only...I wasn't too late
2003@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
