Poem: It Is Due

It Is Due

We must go in the morning
to make certain it is done in time.
If we wait, it will be too late
and it might be a problem.
There is no flexibility 
in the matter.  It is expected
and there is no patience.
It could be handled
with more kindness,
one can argue that,
but it may be best
it is done this way.
The rules offer protection.
The boundaries
are not random.
It is a reminder
that this is not friendship.

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