It’s too late.

It’s too late to say
you’re sorry.
It’s too late
to make it up.
It’s too late to ask
for forgiveness.
It’s too late to cry –
The night rushes on,
and it’s too late
to look back.

It’s too late to wonder
if it could have been different,
a little more fun,
or, at least,
a little less painful.
It’s too late.
It’s too late.
It’s too late for me
to care anymore.
The minutes are ravenous
little cannibals,
and nothing will be left.
It’s too late.





Syd Weedon
5/3/2021