Too Late

 My eyes have seen too much

And my heart has wept a thousand tears.

I have watched pathetically from a scarred distance

 Unable to quell my realist fears.

Here today and gone tomorrow,

 Another passing, another sorrow.

Ahh, but to age now in grace,

Is to age another arduous day,

 Only to lose yet, one more familiar face.

He was only 44

Yet he was, and is no more.

I worked with him for 16 years

through toil and trouble,

through blood sweat and tears.

Now some may say…this is just the way of life’s game,

yet to this burden I must profess,

to him who is mo more

of heavenly matters I could not impress.

And now…oh now it is too late,

for as he took of breath just yesterday

tonight he shall enter into darkness gate.

Oh…I have seen too much

and for him….it is too late.

J. Allen Wilson © Eight 2006