Running Late

I'm running late,

The clock ticks by,

I can hear their voices,

He's late they cry.

10 minutes gone,

I run out the door,

Anyone in my way,

Will end up on the floor.

Traffic is horrendous,

The heat unbearable,

Why did I leave late,

Such a fool.

I reach my door,

walk on in,

she standing there,

"take out the bin".

A look of displease,

She walks in a strop.

Why did I carry on working,

I should know when to stop.

Dinner is on the table,

Mine's already cold.

I should have left on time,

Like I was told.

I smile at her,

A glare returns,

Eyes stealing mad,

A look that burns.

I apologise for being late,

there was nothing I could do.

She had made her mind up,

This day I would rue.

I promise to leave on time tomorrow,

so that she can release this sorrow,

But a busy day ahead,

Im sure to have the sofa as a bed.