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.