Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

To Late To Early


My naive expectations
Promised golden days
They were youthful aspirations
In those long gone yesterdays

My outlook so affirmative
Of what lie ahead for me
I was positively positive
Of the future that would be

Today, some dreams I’ll not attain
As I’ve become quite elderly
Unreal goals they will remain
It got too late too early

It gets too late too early
Through lifetime I’ve discerned
It gets too late too early
A lesson sadly learned

Now I am a seasoned gent
Reflecting on what’s past
I wonder, was my life well spent
And how… it got too late so fast

Submitted: Friday, October 28, 2005
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