Poetry

Saturday, 18 April 2026

It's getting late

 It's getting late

Too late to care

It's getting late

And I want you there

But I can't hold a gun

and watch you stare

Me in the face

While I leave you bare

It's getting late

Too late to care


All the people in their houses

With a little hope

Watch as the wind blows in their blouses

Like a sail snapping rope


It's getting late and 

I don't know

How to change the cards

I show

I'm losing ground

It's stalemate

It's getting late

Too late to go


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