It's Late
By Linda A. Copp

It's late, later than you think.
I'm only twenty-two,
and there's so very much to do.

So, much yet to be done,
when I was twenty-one.
And still more when in my teens,
I believed one truth and nothing in between.

And then when I was just a child,
the world was bright and wild.
You bought happiness for dimes,
smiled at puzzles, riddles, rhymes.

But, now, they vex and bother you,
because truths are many,
and too hard to undo.
Yet, I'm already twenty-two
and there's so, very much to do!

By Linda A. Copp ©