You Come Too Late

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)