Too Late To Start Again
according to scripture and lore … it’s the family that’s worth fighting for … but when it’s time to give back … all family was lost to just one heart attack the pictures saved were unearned attempts to revive me were spurned so no one else will know dying alone a begotten fate somber in a basement built against world war bombers it’s no good to be the king when eternity is cast in engaging rings with no one to dictate or demand ones future is in good will hands too old to dance too jaded to care on todays floor there’s no one there studying to become aloof only when leaking moved to fix the roof sleeping outside with nothing but water and bottled pride with no one to play lying games resigned to know each one is the same so no one else will know each summer is in the heart only in a fall I learn it’s too late to start only in winter do I yearn for last spring no longer does the evening bell ring once in favor of the church always losing for what I won’t search th...