Too little
Too late
The heat of it has gone.
The passion and desire...
Once on fire,
Has moved on!
I tried to warn you,
The flicker was fast fading.
But you dismissed this
As a need for space and distance.
And my words you spent time evading!
Too little
Too late
For fresh scramble eggs,
With bacon and pancakes!
Or a taste of coffee
To sip between us two.
I will remember these kitchen visits...
But nothing else will do.
After learning how your weaknesses,
Lead you to screw someone new!
Too little,
Too late!
I'm full of what I've eaten...
It's time to wash your own plate!
Great title Lawrence, very well described and a most enjoyable read. Great ending.
A gritty piece of writing, Lawrence. I like the way this has been set out and the last two lines say it all. Well done. Love, Fran xxx
I've been reading your material allll night and I'm floored by it. This poem especially; I always seem to run out of affection before the meal ends. Hope you're having a great night Xs and Os
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written Lawrence. Sid John.