Too Late

Although time passes slowly The sun has nearly set And often now he wonders Whether it was well spent Or was he truly foolish And squandered all his past While all he thought to be his friends Behind his back had laughed Moments once merely touched by doubt Now surely gripped and reigned by fear That no one truly cares at all To ease his heart as time draws near With vision slowly dimmed to grey He sees the coming of the night And weeping in the creeping dark Gives up without the slightest fight Alas beyond his knowledge Soon after he has taken leave Too late to fill with warmth his life Those claiming love for him do grieve