Too Late Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Too Late



Sighed a poet when his fame
After fifty winters came
And the Editors were asking for his rhyme:
Alas, I've lost my chance
As a hero of romance,
For I've lived just thirty years beyond the time!

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hero,rhyme,romance
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