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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)