Late bloomer (my poem)
In indefinite wait for the elusive
the late bloomer has an unspoken hope
That there will be more Springtime
and that two decades will not matter
Like the highlands' purple-leafed sage
some of us will not be discovered
In indefinite wait for the elusive
the late bloomer has an unspoken hope
That there will be more Springtime
and that two decades will not matter
Like the highlands' purple-leafed sage
some of us will not be discovered