Too Late Poem by Chan Mongol

TOO LATE
Poem by Chan Mongol
July 4 of 2022



All good ones were taken then;

Each of them had own man.

No pretty one was left for me;


Approached to me only dirty!

I didn't want a prostitute as a substitute;

I didn't want to be subjected of any dispute.


I been good and a trust worthy;

But no respectful person wanted me.


It's agony and sounds so funny;

Garbage came in my life for money.


Now my life, money, charm all are gone;

Too late now even to have a companion!


Life and materials were gone too fast;

I believe that things came not to last!


I only see now the Lucifer but far;

Let the boss of the hell stay there!