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