Nothing Is Ever Too Late Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Never will be average
No care of being higher than that
Low is never an option
Never ideal
Invisible to the status quo fret


Never pretty
Only hot by heat
Handsome is an opinion
Should never lose sleep


Just myself
This soul stronger than flesh
Sometimes I wonder where I belong
Because home is not where the heart is
When being stabbed over and over again


Just humble
Yet, there has to be more to life than just this
Want to travel anywhere and everywhere
Tired of being stuck in one place


Feed this worthwhile
Test this intellect
Let us travel all around
Exploring the far reaches of our depth


Notice this soul
Then feel this heart's consent
Mind built for innovation
Striving for a better life than this


So much pain
No need to regress
It helps me be brave
Always preparing me
On what may be next


Looking back can never be an option
Tired of hindering myself on each regret


I will never be a fairy tale dream
Never a happily ever after prince
This existence has so many stories
Many errors than I would ever admit
But why should I have to?


So many flaws
So many mistakes
I know you have heard
This one too many times
But flaws and mistakes
Are the battles
That defines who I truly am


Look towards me in respect
Or hide your face in disgust
But never judge me without knowing me
I am an introvert who walks alone


Rich or poor
I will never change


Take me for who I am
Never let your mind jump to conclusion


Never take a quick look
Take a deep gander into this soul
I promise it is something you will never regret


I will always be more soul than flesh
Reserve your judgement
Till you read the life novel of whom I really am

What do you think of me now?
Typical is the sickness of the mind
Take this soul for what its worth
Or go away
I could care less anymore


What are we without superficial things?
Nothing in the end
So stop playing make pretend
And shine your soul in ways
You have never shined it before


What do you think about me now?
At least you can see me for who I truly am
So judge now, it would only make more sense
So who is really "poor" in the end?
Those who think money can buy everything


What if there was no tomorrow?
What will you think then?
Life has a way of showing us
Our own soul's worth
In the end


Never will I be anything
Because I am who I truly am
A book of many twists and turns
Striving for more pages
More chapters till I finally meet my end

Then this soul shall do the rest

What will your life's novel be?
Mine? I have so many adventures ahead
Just have to act before all is too late
Living better than my current state
What will be next?


Fate, Show me the way

Nothing is ever too late