Too Little Too Late
Too little too late.
Those are words I hate.
So many visions created in mind.
No further time but hopes intertwined.
Case in point, no time to ponder.
I wonder still could it be yonder.
God does say when the best is over,
But clinging tightly to dreams as a lover.
Cold in hope, and hot in dreams.
Knowing above how little it means,
When scheming hearts wanted me to fail,
But in the end, there is a story that I shall tell.
People who know will understand,
People who don’t will be wiped from my land.
In a thunderous bolt, idiocy ran,
Knowing they couldn’t devour the plan—it stands.
Gloria Hamilton
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