Allegorical? No way
it’s the stone age
truth coming out
in a rash
It’s where you
chose to be by
run-out-of-gas
dead reckoning
Plain as the nose
on your face if
you can’t deal
with the facts
Looking askance
won't change where
you’re at on a raft
of excuses at sea
Too late to mend
years choked by
self-preservation
too late to grieve
© 7 October 2009, I. D. Carswell
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