The hour may be late, <br />But the heat of the day, <br />Remains with me, <br />And the life of the day, <br />Clings to me, <br />Never letting go, <br />Letting love absorb it, <br />Trying to remain at that state, <br />And the joy of the day, <br />Wraps around me, <br />Willing me to let it stay, <br />But gone is the day, <br />Rushing past each and every date, <br />But the hour is late.<br /><br />Nick Hilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-extended/
