lost love, strength
|You Come Too Late
You come too late – my need for you has gone;
For I have triumphed over time and pain,
And learned to sorrow and to stand alone
And to smile and face the world again.
My soul the wine my heart the broken bread.
You feasted lightly and as lightly went,
And left me here with something in me dead.
My life is empty now and cleansed of grief;
I rise again – the pride of life is strong,
And in the place of love and old belief,
Courage goes marching with a merry song.
Come in my friend, but do not hope to find
A trace of anything you left behind.
(I was amazed to find that I'd managed 10 syllables to every line)