He and I share a history long
like, a melancholy song
A journey filled with memories,
collecting beautiful accessories
But somewhere the road diverged
Filled with ego, he succumbed,
Power Wealth lusted, else all forgotten
I could tell the future seemed misbegotten
I don't know why I let him take advantage
perhaps my blind love gave him courage
Mistreat he did, turned me to ruins and ashes
My painful warnings met with loud thrashes
But there were days when he came crying
In his heart he knew, we both were dying
Dissatisfied with life, he'd find solace in my lap
But soon go running back to his caged entrap
There came a day when my patience ran out
I cried loud - Tsunami somewhere, elsewhere drought
Hypocrite as his nature, he prayed and swore,
Even joined marches, "Save Nature, destruction no more!"
But alas, He was too late!
I had long given up on his and my fate!!
*Don't just talk about saving Mother Earth. Make the world a greener place. Dot it Now! MakeitbeaYOUtiful*
Linking this to WriteTribe Wednesday prompt - 'S/He was too late'