It's Too Late Poem by Charlotte Ballard

It’s too late
To change my mind
I will be what
I decided long ago
That I’d walk this path
Of life, love, and
Happiness
Only, I think I
Chose wrongly
and got on a path
That keeps forcing
Me to tap into that
Force that is in
me, do I?
Will I?
Can I?
Does it even matter
When time will
Wipe my slate
Clean and demand
A recount before I’m
Done. Really done.
A hundred years gone,
And I will have disappeared
Like a puff of smoke
Off of a fat man cigar.