Timing {A Poem}

It seems no matter where I go

My timing is never right.

Your friendships were made so long ago

That is it much too late for me.

It’s not your fault

Nor is it mine.

This is just the way it is

To change it would be out of line.

So please don’t resent me

For being happy elsewhere

In a place where timing doesn’t matter

And so I am not late there.