Transforming Poetry

Too busy

"Sorry I'm busy",
"I've gotta run",
"I cant make it",
"I wont be able to come".

Speed walking,
Rush rush rush,
Curse the timetable,
Catch the bus.

Early or late,
"Be on time please?",
Stress stress stress,
"Damn, my keys!".

Walking faster,
Quick quick quick ,
Ringing round,
"Pick up, pick up, pick...".

"Can you bring this?",
"Who's bringing her?",
"Where are we meeting?",
"I know, Are you there?".

Reply to the messages,
Ignore the rest.
Too busy for you,
It's for the best.

Keep marching forward,
Get there in the end,
Bomb through the day,
Take fun for granted.

Arrive home late,
Glad thats over finally,
What's happening next?
Consult the diary.

Jump at what you find,
"I forgot about that!",
Rush to arrange,
Can't stop for a chat.

"Sorry, I'm busy.",
"I'll talk to you later",
"Yeah she's coming",
"I know, I hate her.".

Ignore more messages,
I'm sure they'll be fine,
Now for my plans,
Where is it this time?

Rushing again,
Food, clothes, bag,
What, another message?
Ugh, such a nag!

Ignore it again,
No need to invite,
Spend the day out,
With ones you dislike.

Days pass, then weeks,
A month at that,
Still you're "busy",
No time to chat.

Messages build up,
You ignore,
Not important,
Such a bore.

Time passes on,
The messages stop,
Oh, strange,
I wonder what...

.......
...........
....
...................

.......It was important,
....they did need me,
Why didn't I help?
Why was I so busy?

Too late now,
Maybe I should join them?
I'm not busy anymore,
Cancelled plans.

No more rushing,
All alone,
Best friend gone,
Sit at home.

Does this... does it....
...make me a murderer?
I was selfish, too "busy"
To be a helper.

What have I done?
Or rather not done,
Why did I ignore,
When they needed someone.

It's over, all over,
Whats the point?
Why should I be here,
When I disappoint?

Why did this have to happen,
Before I learnt my lesson?
Before I learnt to care?
When will the pain lessen?

Why couldn't I see?
How much I was needed,
How desperate they were,
Or maybe I did?

Did I just not care?
Or want to believe?
That they were in trouble,
And so needed me?

All those days out,
With friends and foes,
Add up to what?
Nothing at all.

All the time spent,
Chasing more thrills,
Were not worth the pain,
In emotional bills.

All that now worthless,
When I am a killer,
I should be the one,
Lying 6 feet under.

It's time I noticed,
The important things,
Friendship and kindness,
Help I will bring,

To anyone who asks,
And even those who don't,
I'll dedicate my life,
To help who others wont,

I've learnt my lesson,
In a horrible way,
No amount of redemption,
Will take my sin away.

But at least I may prevent,
Another tragedy,
That caused so much pain,
And took my friend from me.

I'll do what I should have,
In the very start,
I'll finally use,
My till now dormant heart.

I'll turn things around,
And do what I can,
Use your memory,
To live again.

I've found whats important,
And it's others, not me,
Now it's their lives,
That will keep me busy.

So just one last word,
For my friend who is gone.
I'm sorry you had to die,
Before my new life I begun.

But you didn't die in vain,
For I think its only fair,
That I now do what I should have,
When I was too busy to care.