TOO LATEA Poem by Peter RogersonIt's folly to leave your thoughts unspoken, especially if they're important...He didn’t know he loved her Until she couldn’t say, He wasn’t sure of anything Until she went away.
He watched her as she vanished Sitting in her chair, He saw her self diminish Until she wasn’t there.
And then, with evening coming And the day about to end He knew he’d left unspoken His feelings for his friend…
He told her, how he told her, He held her palsied hand, But knew so deep within him She couldn’t understand.
And when it was all over And she was gone away He finally found the words He’d tried so hard to say. © 2016 Peter RogersonReviews
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StatsAuthorPeter RogersonMansfield, Nottinghamshire, United KingdomAboutI am 80 years old, but as a single dad with four children that I had sole responsibility for I found myself driving insanity away by writing. At first it was short stories (all lost now, unfortunately.. more..Writing
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