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Too Little, Too Late
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Soul Poetry Let them try,
to undo their wrong-
the one's who never,
helped me, to be strong.
Let them say,
what they've never said-
over my coffin,
as I lay there, dead.
Let them cry,
their false tears of grief-
as they stand there, gawking,
in pretend disbelief.
Let them mourn,
for their own guilt to alieviate.
To me, it won't matter...
too little, too late.
