Never Too Late
In vain you uplift,
believing your own deceit.
No matter if you're not swift.
Time shall allow you to accomplish feat.
Now, curled up swaying,
while unbelieving demented whispers roll,
memento clutched so tight it's maiming,
He who heeded fool words of comfort sits and faces the toll.
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