I do
Refuse
To
Sing
The
Too
Late
Blues,
That’s
Not
My
Thing.
It
Was
A
Wild
Climb,
And
Lasted
An
Extended
Time.
But
For
Mercy’s
Sake,
I wish
That
For
The
Best
Parts,
I had
Been
Awake.
It
Took
Years
To
See
I no
Longer
Had
It
With
Me.
Now
I entertain
Thoughts
Of
Age,
And
Hear
Its
All
The
Rage,
Though
Mortality
Has
Become
A
Reality.