Too Late

As I crushed the aluminum can
that I had just held in my hand.
I decided to check on the going
rate.
Yesterday it was 60, but today
it's 50
I am sorry...you are a day TOO
LATE.

Once I borrowed money from
Dad and I answered an ad...
A Chevrolet sedan... '68
When I arrived I was told
Sorry the cars been sold
I got there an hour TOO LATE.

I went to the barber and sat in
the chair.
I said I am not here to have
you cut my hair,
I want something to grow hair
on my pate.
He went to the shelf read all
the labels himself, turned and
said,
Sorry I think you're TOO
LATE

So as time goes on, it's the
same old song
It seems it's my destined fate as
I go my way,
To hear someone say I am
sorry friend you're TOO LATE
I live day to day trying to
change my way
So that when my soul, it heads for the gate
I don't hear Peter say We
closed yesterday, I am sorry my
friend you're TOO LATE.

by Frank H. McNamara

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