Too Late – Day Twenty-Four

The walls came down, down, down
All over town.
There were cries to stop, stop, stop
But no one ever would drop.
There was never an end,
Everyone was around the bend.
And though I would try my best,
In the end, I too went West.
For this country that once was mine
Now is only thine;
For we did not appreciate
What we had, until too late.
Dust On The Mirror

Written as a combination of prompts once again (I just couldn’t help myself…):

NaPoWriMo –

FreeWriteFriday –


11 thoughts on “Too Late – Day Twenty-Four

  1. Great job! How do you copy the image? My computer won’t let me cut and paste? What am I doing wrong!!! Thank you, by the way, for stopping by my blog and i would be happy to tell you the truth if you want to know. Sometimes as I write on my personal page, there is a little bit of truth in fiction and a little bit of fiction in truth. Whatever you want. Best regards, Laurie


    • The picture gave me the run around as well. It wasn’t I who found a way, one of the other participants for this prompt was able to snag the picture and I was able to copy it from there, but still put up where the picture is originally found.

      I’ve also found that the best writing is when you have a little bit of real life mixed in.


  2. I do not even understand how I ended up here, however I believed this post was
    good. I don’t know who you’re however certainly you’re going to a well-known blogger when you aren’t already.


    • Thank you. The picture certainly reminded me of all the apocalypse movies. (They seem to love tearing Lady Liberty down…) I was reminded of how little people think of their actions in this day of instant gratification. If we don’t slow down and think, then we’re going to let the tide pull us wherever it wants.


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