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Late Is My Name

 

Late

is my

name

 

Late is my name, It’s never…

oh damn, it is

me running

to get

something…

oh well, it’s too

Late, but I’m coming

when the Sun goes on down

and I get all up

but then everyone has already gone home.

“It’s getting Late”

someone says

“but how do you get me?

you’ll never reach me

because long ago

you already gave up”

“Better Late than Never!”

Some people say

but It think that’s unfair

to my good friend

who is Never;

forgotten

like he doesn’t exist.

It’s Late,

so I’m free,

away from the crowd,

Late is my name,

it’s worth waiting!

photo of tram beside waiting station during nighttime

Photo by Filip Mroz on Unsplash

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