Allegorical? No way
it’s the stone age
truth coming out
in a rash
It’s where you
chose to be by
run-out-of-gas
dead reckoning
Plain as the nose
on your face if
you can’t deal
with the facts
Looking askance
won't change where
you’re at on a raft
of excuses at sea
Too late to mend
years choked by
self-preservation
too late to grieve
© 7 October 2009, I. D. Carswell
So 'it's never too late is a lie after all. Your words always sound just right and your words provoke much thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed too late to develop our conscience [to come out of abstract] Too late to grieve. Ten+ [by heart - no vote box] Ms. Nivedita UK Please read my Poems: Why Hack My She [In Elite 500] Enigmatic Navel or others. niv