It's Too Late Poem by Edwina Reizer

Oh my God, where did the time go?
As I think back on all those years
the tears start to flow.
But crying can’t bring them back I know.

I, a young and foolish girl
was afraid to give life a whirl.
Outwardly brave, inside a timid soul,
only half alive, never quite whole.

Reflecting back is hurtful now
but the now is the life I did create.
I know in my heart that it’s much too late,
struck down by the hand of fate.

So I must play at this game of life
and accept the choices I made.
And as the days tick by one at a time,
I pray for the reflection to fade.

Can it dim in the time that’s left
or will I not let that occur?
Is it better to be free of it
or remain a prisoner?