Author Information
"Too Late"
I sit here in the summer sun,
as I watch children play.
Packing their stuff to go off to camp,
and have fun every day.
I look back on my childhood,
and just see an empty space.
I think to myself, "This can't be right,
did all my memories erase?"
No my memories didn't erase,
there are none to be seen.
My memory box is completely empty,
it's really hard to believe.
I wonder if I did it all,
that a kid could do.
And I realize I didn't,
and my childhood is already through.
I didn't go to summer camp,
or go on camping trips.
I didn't fall and get a scrape,
or a big fat lip.
I didn't run and jump and play,
and frolick in the sun.
But it's too late to do that now,
for my childhood is done.
I regret never doing these things,
and living the childhood dream.
I wish I had the memories,
that always should be seen.
I wish I went to summer camp,
and had my date with fate.
But now that I know I want it I realize,
that I realized way too late.
7/18/04
