It’s Not Too Late Poem by Uriah Hamilton
It’s Not Too Late
I’m lost and lonely in this place,
Burrowing through the earth of forgetfulness
And making weary, slow steps
Through the unending maze
Of sadness and lingering regrets.
If we could find ourselves again
On childhood streets,
Recreate our innocence and sweetness,
Our hopes and dim eyes would resurrect
Like an Easter sunrise.
Meet me there, the old bakery
Sending the scent of apple pie
Through the city,
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
To become our true selves
And keep the promises we made to each other.
Sweet melancholy - a poem of longing and hope. I agree with Sandra about the last stanza. Images of long ago brought to life by a skillful pen. Excellent piece. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A longing for what was, but may never quite be again. The last stanza is especially poignant. Take care, my gifted friend. Warm regards, Sandra
Finely structured, full of promise along with the regret. Gorgeous yet so sad. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:57:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We all are longing for something for some days. A poignant write.