To Late

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To Late

It was to late to say goodbye.
It was all so soon and a suprise,
My older sister is gone.
There's no way to describe the way I feel.
Some days I feel lost,
others I feel as if I were in a dream.
I wait in anticipation
for her to come through the door,
I try to stay strong
for those who are weak.
For those who consider just
giving up, who say,
"I can't do it anymore".
I do admit that before I go to bed,
I cry.
I cry and say that she's my sister
and that I have and  always
will love her.
Sometimes I just want to disappear,
other times I want to be held a long
period of time.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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