Is Never Too Late Poem by Brhyte Owoo

As I sat with tears,
Crawling in my eyes.
Years aged as the old moon dawns.
And none can fill, the despair
That rests in my heart.

I listened and listening did I.
That crippled the mere agency of hope,
As doubts bellowed me,
Shattering all ambitions.

Wizened with age
Hope rekindled
As is never too late
To be what I must.

Started wrongly
In the days of my youth.
But end rightly
To the glorification of He
That dwells above.

Is never too late
To be what you must.
Is never too late
To start fresh anew.
Is never too late
To wear the colors of laughter.
Is never too late
To ascend the pinnacle of success.
Is never too late
Just hope, believe and dream.
With a determine heart.
Is never too late.