Too Late

In the misty air of uncertainty
He began to get some clarity
He pondered his wasted life
Spent in drunken binges
And lost jobs and wives
Some wives he abused
Just as he was about to
Recreate a new himself
Two brothers of an ex wife
Beat the life out of him
For beating their sister
Who nearly died from
The beating he gave her
Justice served in a way
But the timing was so bad
When he wanted to make
Amends and become a
Reformed and better man

Bob Boyd

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Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, retired and enjoying a reclusive, solo, ever seeking knowledge life.

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