Too Late

Posted on Posted in Poetry

‘Get lost’ is no response

When Mama needs a helping hand.

But ‘Get lost’ is what you get

When unloved youth takes a stand.

 

‘You’ll get what’s coming

If you don’t.’

‘You think I care now;

No I don’t.’

 

I love you son.

You know that’s true.

I’ll be in court

To speak for you.

 

You loved me not

When as a boy

You beat me like

A rag doll toy.

 

That was then

And I was wrong.

It’s too late mum;

I’ll soon be gone.

 

Inspiration: A mother tries to atone but it’s too late for her son convicted of murder.

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