It’s too late <br />To change my mind <br />I will be what <br />I decided long ago <br />That I’d walk this path <br />Of life, love, and <br />Happiness <br />Only, I think I <br />Chose wrongly <br />and got on a path <br />That keeps forcing <br />Me to tap into that <br />Force that is in <br />me, do I? <br />Will I? <br />Can I? <br />Does it even matter <br />When time will <br />Wipe my slate <br />Clean and demand <br />A recount before I’m <br />Done. Really done. <br />A hundred years gone, <br />And I will have disappeared <br />Like a puff of smoke <br />Off of a fat man cigar.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-too-late-12/
