It's Never Too Late
I’ve been stuck in this bad place for most of my life
I can’t imagine a worse place for me to be.
More than anything, I miss my kids and my wife.
I wonder every day when I’ll be set free.
For sixty-three years, the routine has been the same.
It’s hard to believe one mistake was all it took.
There’s no one in the world but myself to blame.
I wasn’t any good at playing by the book.
Though my life was about to go down the wrong path,
I guess someone upstairs had a different plan.
They knew what was coming and saw the aftermath.
Her name was Fate, and she was not my biggest fan.
I was about to commit my very first crime
When Fate stepped in and took my life another way.
But I’ve paid my dues and certainly done my time
With my family by my side every day.
After such a long life of being trapped inside,
I was ready to start living my life once more.
I stopped being afraid and would no longer hide.
I awoke from my coma and charged out the door.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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