Right On Time

There are too many diff’rent kinds

     Of men you daily meet;

Men in the office, on the trains,

     And in the crowded street.

Men fast, men slow, men old, men young,

     And men right in their prime;

Men never up to scratch, and men

     Who always are on time.

The man who’s just a bit behind

     Has lost his morning train;

He’s late to work, and time has fled

     He can’t make up again.

The whole day drags, and with his boss

     He’s lost his grip sublime;

His envelope is light because

     He wasn’t right on time.

And so it’s up to you and me,

     And up to every man,

To be right up and doing if

     We want to lead the van.

We do not need to fret and stew,

     And try the skies to climb,

But with a little extra push

     We all can be on time.

May 10, ‘10