Late In the Game
I’m a boy that has had an inner drive, when life has released me to know I am fully alive. It’s an old story of boy meets girl, but he lets things get in the way of taking a whirl. Why the boy didn’t take the steps before, to do what’s necessary to admit her and shut the door, accepting the girl, by dropping fears and doubts that blocked access to his inner sanctum, where deep emotions brew. Finally the boy, realized steps must be taken, to stop talking, and actually do. Hoping this late in the game, against all odds, he and the girl, become once more true blue.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2020
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