I tried my best to not be late.
I locked the door and shut the gate.
I jogged along then caught the bus
with minimal amounts of fuss.
My tardiness, in times gone by,
had rendered me a flaky guy;
I checked my wrist and gave a smirk –
for once I wasn’t late to work.
I sauntered at a languid pace
with smugness etched upon my face.
My boss, however, docked my pay –
the clocks went forward yesterday.
