My Life In Word

TOO LATE

If I were a star
I'd shine just for you
If I were a blade of grass
I'd hold your morning dew
If I were at rainbow's end
There a pot of gold would wait
But you and I are no more
Alas, it is too late
My star no longer
Shines for you
Barren is the field
Where grass once grew
Nothing waits
At the rainbow's end
Not even the chance
To call me friend

Simona A. Brinson

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