Late

Let us run away tonight
Nobody will know
We’ll take with us the child
Pretend she wouldn’t mind.

For this is the sad fate
Of love that comes just a tiny bit late.
But since it all has happened for a reason
Every step of all the different ways
That led here
It’s really, maybe, let’s suppose,
Not late at all
To grab fate by the horns
And dance the blues in the dark,
And maybe then
To rock and roll
With the flow.
For if not now
Then when? 

January, 2021