Alan Bruce Thompson
Even allowing for delays, the bus did not come,
I planned each step carefully, to appointment from home.
I hate to be late, and hate latecomers too,
The regular late one is dismissed without ado.
I know it’s quicker to travel by car than by bus,
But then there’s the slow lane, the parking, the fuss.
I used to allow an hour for a half-hour trip,
But delay at the destination is beyond my grip.
I should travel yesterday for a meeting tomorrow,
But to miss that too, means lost time as well as sorrow.
Work at home with internet is a theme to evoke,
But the servers overloaded and the providers gone broke.
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