Ninety Five

My calling comes too late, it's not easy to squeeze, what I need to say, you recoil at my thunder, exploding like a sneeze, lost by luck or numbers, you'll find out one day, if you let me keep, all the plans you desecrate, a life uncluttered, my insides screech, who needs love, I'm not cut out this way, to beat a cowards retreat, or bound fast to the day, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, memories that you face, not so eager to please, the perfume on your lace, hides a conceit.