Sorry, Too Late Poem by Martin Swords

Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland

Sorry, Too Late



was a boy in Birmingham
bought himself a gun
was a mom in Memphis
looking for her son
everybody’s raging
over what was done

went down to the swimmin’ hole
where we used to play
now it’s full of chemicals
sign says “keep away”
everybody’s’ wondering
how it got this way

everybody’s sorry
everybody’s sad
everybody wants to know
how things got this bad

fishermen in Grimsby
used to fish all day
now the boats are rottin’
fishing doesn’t pay
fisher folk are sorry all
the fish have gone away

everybody’s sorry
everybody’s sad
everybody wants to know
how things got this bad
we think we’re intelligent
but really we’re just mad


Martin Swords
Prompt Poems
“Sorry”
Feb 2008

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