Too Late, They Say
When is it too late?
Some say when you're
too old. When the
years behind you sum up
to more then the
years ahead. When you
look at a clock
ticking away, are you on
schedule for the
passing of time itself? Are you
behind schedule for
your death? Your life?
It is five in the
morning now, and now
it is not. Can you
pause time? Can you
reach into the sky
and halt the Moon's
decent? Can you grip
the stone of the
Earth and sill it's
rotation? Can you snuff
out the Sun, to cause
eternal darkness?
If we cannot control
the passing of time,
how are we to judge
it? Who are we to tell
time that it has
caused us grief over our
undone works? Our
undone good deeds?
Too late, they say to
achieve dreams turned
ambitions. Weakness
and fear, I say, that
causes they to stop
and cast judgment
over that which they
have no control.
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