I’m lost and lonely in this place, <br />Burrowing through the earth of forgetfulness <br />And making weary, slow steps <br />Through the unending maze <br />Of sadness and lingering regrets. <br /> <br />If we could find ourselves again <br />On childhood streets, <br />Recreate our innocence and sweetness, <br />Our hopes and dim eyes would resurrect <br />Like an Easter sunrise. <br /> <br />Meet me there, the old bakery <br />Sending the scent of apple pie <br />Through the city, <br />It’s not too late, it’s not too late <br />To become our true selves <br />And keep the promises we made to each other.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-too-late/
