Too Late To Mend

If the sun sets on me now, let it!
I have no more use
for the light of day,
Just hold back the dawn awhile,
I have to shed some light
upon the night’s shady ways.

Tell it to the vagrant wind
To hold its breath
and pass not this way again
lest it bestirs 
the dying embers of my aspiration.

Let the spring know
to hold back its reins,
There are no more
flowers to bloom here now.

Tell the wayward road
to follow me no more,
I have to hang up
my outworn footwear now;

And let my dreams know
I have no more
wistful nights to spare.


~12/05/19
~Contest: Your Best New Poem
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Pinet Avatar
December 28, 2019 at 5:33 PM
Congratulations Abdul! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest. This contest was very tough to judge, for I was very strict, well done my friend, Emile.
Hamilton Avatar
December 19, 2019 at 4:51 PM
Enjoyed this write Abdul, nice to see you posting again, take care!
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