John Scott Poet Rhyme

To Late

Grind not like shifting strata plate
Do not stand still and bring checkmate
Twist as though a tornado
Or you will fizzle out,  soon or so
Meld as though  a strong weld seam 
Then you can bring the golden dream
For strength grows from an inner weak
Stand tall, stand tall and speak
Or you will die a lonely death
As you gasp your last gasp breath
I wish I had chose a different gate
Too late, too late, to late

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