Six Minutes Too Late

The Man from the theatre didn’t let me in—I asked him why.
It was raining outside,
the guard gave me a warm smile,
I dressed appropriately,
and I just wanted to get inside.

“Did you count the stars and wish?” he asked.
“I didn’t look anywhere,
but I counted my steps and prayed,” I replied.

“Ma’am, sorry that you got in here.
But the play ended six minutes ago.
People have already left.
And with what you’re wearing, I fear.”