Once the Shuck Is Off of the Corn Its Too Late
Once the shuck is off of the corn
It’s too late!
Tom
7/16/2017
I can’t repair hearts I might have broken,
By thoughtless words that perhaps I’ve spoken.
I can't negate activity which I have done,
Nor can I in good conscience, truth, repugn.
I can’t recapture moments that I’ve let pass,
Or have ability to visualize friends en masse.
I can’t alter the velocity of an arrows speed,
Once released toward the target I can’t impede.
The clock hand movement I can’t slow or reclaim,
Nor will I exceed God’s intended time frame.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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