It's Late Again

It's late again.
I nearly forgot,
to write the thing,
I've been thinking of,
for such a long time -
Poems are such a lovely thing.

When one begins,
to compose on a whim,
Oftentimes what appears,
is not what you intended.
Such is my fate,
For, lo, it is late,
An now my poem has ended.

--Tadhg