Too Late

Never appearing a bit aloof

Joe piled his loot on the roof

Ignoring his neighbor’s look of resentment

While trying to protect his investment

As he kneeled on the carpet tied up in a roll

Said, “it’s not my fault–flood’s coming over the knoll!”

The neighbor sighed, returned to his rooms

Hard rain began and the thunder boomed.

Joe and his stuff were safe under canvas

While the neighbor paced, fretting and anxious.

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3 thoughts on “Too Late”

I can understand this poem as floods are often here. Great use of all the prompts. Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂

Just because you don’t understand someone else’s decision, doesn’t mean that there isn’t a reason for it. Great poem.

rugby843 says:

June 17, 2021 at 4:44 pm

Thanks for reading

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3 thoughts on “Too Late”