It’s Never Too Late

He walks down the road
Just him and his thoughts.
His shoulders carry the load,
Stomach tied up in knots.

The past five years
His world’s fallen apart.
Less laughter, more tears
A broken, troubled heart.

He looks all around
Searching for help to come.
No one makes a sound,
Just feeling all numb.

His life ticks by
Now in a fragile state.
He looks up to the sky
And asks, “God is it too late?”

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