Here’s the first of five stanzas of a poem I whipped up tonight. Title, “Never Too Late.” Then I’ll explain why I sent it to the exclusive Cloudburst Syndicated Poetry list.
Today! tonight! this moment! now! You can reroute your fate; To kill the pagan or sacred cow, It's never, it's never too late.
I got a notice a bit ago that the list had been inactive for three months, and if I didn’t use it over the next month, it would get deleted. So there. Continue reading