When is it?

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When is it?

By Tony DeLorger © 2011


When is it too late to be found,

to be seen as worthy of love?

Is it past an age, a circumstance or time,

to find freedom in loneliness, but long for another?


When is it appropriate to relinquish need,

to ignore the incessant pain and denial of touch?

Is it our weathered skin that rejects touch,

lost from the warmth and soft caress of wanting?


When is it time to face your end,

look squarely at the inevitability of death.

Is it so distant that thought precludes its consideration,

or is it within reach, that wound down clock?


When is it too late to forgive yourself,

for all the mistakes in life,

for all the hurt and pain that ignorance caused?

Is it time to lie down and plead for atonement?


When is it masterful to accept the course of life,

to accept that we are imperfect and tried our best?

Is it ever time to make peace with our chosen paths,

to not regret the path well-trodden.


All these questions I ask in the solitude of my mind.

For it is with a heavy heart that I have stolen life from myself,

taken what I knew to be true and chosen otherwise.

When is it too late?


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for reading RB


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Ummmm, never.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for reading Hattie, glad you enjoyed it.

And thanks to you saddlerider1, glad you related. Thanks for reading and commenting.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

When is it? brings so much to mind. I've gone through my life wondering that very thing and often found it to late and paid the price.

Yet somewhere in the deepest recess of my soul I came back as a survivor to fight the good fight once again and keep moving forward in my life.

Yet as time passes, those words creep back, When is it, my time?..Bravo wonderful scribe..


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HattieMattieMae 5 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

Oh so very nice! Great poem! :)

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