A Bit Too Late

It's a bit late now to search for flowers, The summer is in retreat; Soon the cold north winds will blow, Carpeting the ground with snow, As slurred prints betray my dragging feet It's a bit too late now for dreaming, I don't feel up to the task; All my dreams have gone unsung, Bitterness befouls my tongue, At last, I see Life without its mask It's a bit too late now to seek love, I wouldn't know what to do; Would I even recognize That crown-jewel of Paradise? How would I respond to "I love you? " It's a bit late now to try and change All the wrong this world contains; I'll pass that torch to the young, Now that my Swan Song's been sung, And the life slowly creeps from my veins It's a bit too late now for most things, I've relinquished all to Fate; Yet, I swear by all the stars above I want to believe I may yet love! But I won't....... it's just a bit too late