Late

                   LATE

And now it seems too late,
to change what's written by fate.

Wisely, she felt ,she should have chosen
of the paths which had then risen.

Crying and moping won't work,
Because she had chosen from the fork.

The path least traveled,
The path least bothered,
The path which gave luxuries,
After facing many Furies.

Worrying about choices seemed futile
And also it had never been her style.
And the best she seemed to find
 Was to start with a fresh mind.

                                                             -Ananya Mallik