It was so late

It was so late

by Vinita Singh

It was so late!
Seven or eight it was so late
At night I ate so late
And everyday it was past eight
I had to wait and that my friend
I hate, but I had to wait and wait.
It was so late after we ate,
Oh how we all hate but,
it was just too late.
Oh how I hate I hate so much
that every day
It was past eight.
 
Copyright © 2004
I am an Indian born in India and raised in the U.S.A. I am a creative nonfiction writer who loves to write poetry and prose. I have written books as a co-author and I am the Author of Vinita's Short Stories. #Give me a word. I can make a story. #Give me a word. I can make a poem. #Give me a song I can make a dance.

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