It couldn’t inspire others
Nor was it able to reach them
It couldn’t find it’s voice in time
How could it ever preach them?

It failed to woo the beloved
Of the lonesome lover under the moon
It failed to enthrall the audience
It couldn’t make ladies swoon

And all of it because of
But a moment’s delay
It was a poem too late
For the poet waited to eat a fillet!

And thus away went
The beautiful time of creation
You can’t very well catch a train
Once it leaves the station.