Too Late Poem by Minerva Agriam

Like the dashing hungry bird,
I walked through wires,
Thin chances, fat consequences.

Can't wait for my star to come down,
Reaching it through fires,
Burn hurts, but success awaits.

Its too crazy, boggling me,
This little butterfly frothing slowly,
Inside me, rumbling me.

Oh, my gush! You're being unfair!
How could you do this to me?
Making me a little dreamy.

Now it's too late for me,
I'd already given you the best of me,
My heart has taken you fancy.


(4/15/03. 11: 30 p.m)