While slow to start I made it out
I hustled on my way
I knew I needed to be quick
After my slight delay
With end in sight, I pushed on through
But still with room to go
The bus was past the last stop sign
But then started to slow
I ran, the sidewalk coursing by
My dress shoes under stress
My jostling bag and self and all
A tumbling dashing mess
Another needed pick up there
And he had not been late
So just in time, I made the bus
Ordained to catch by fate