I’m getting late

BG

 

I could see the tears roll out of her eyes,

I had a handkerchief in my hand that I could not lend.

“How could he not be here?” was her thought.

Less did she know that he was already there.

He tried to comfort her, but he was hardly noticed.

 

He had told his friend,” How happy I’m today.”

He stormed out of the house;

Shouting and waiving at his friend,” I’m getting late”.

 

For late he was at his own wedding, as everyone thought.

He said,” I’m here let’s begin the wedding.”

He went before the mirror to check his bow as nobody would do it for him.

Standing before the mirror he looked at himself soaked in blood.

He did realize that he was late; for he is never going to make for this wedding.