Too Little, Too Late

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.

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