Too Late For Sorrow

While bending the rules,

and strattling the line

I pushed every limit,

calling it mine

 

Tearing down fences,

defiantly proud

The direst warnings,

rebutted out loud

 

One last price to pay,

its ticket to stamp

Shadows concealing

my spiritual ramp

 

Each vow that I’ve broken,

those things left undone

The man I became

—a life zero sum

 

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)

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