“Tho Still—not Too Late—…”
by Loia
Tryin’ to get in
where I fit in…
Found I no place
to sit in.
Should’ve been here—
not to begin with.
Tho a musical chair…?
Shiny with flair…?
O yes, for me!
O wait—no…
Specially fits all y’all
who dare…
Let the spin begin…
Clinched fist
to y’all, men…
Southern by grace—
So little thy faith…
Then times—it’s just taste…
Beat death
from this place…
O now—
no—not one.
Nor friend, nor face…
Eyed one man
when start of race…
Tho none see now…
O perhaps—
Should’ve loved last place…
O perhaps—
should’ve chose stealth—
thine pace…
O perhaps should’ve just loved—…
Tho still—not too late—…
© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved
Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 
Dear Loia,
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Your welcome friend
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This was incredibly helpful and easy to understand. I’ve learned a lot.
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Thank you for this insightful piece. It’s given me a lot to think about.
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Yw… thank you…
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