Locked Away. By themischievousannaMarch 8, 2015 ( 4 ) It’s never too late To be incredibly great, At being too late. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, artist, drawing, Fiction, fiction&poetry, Haiku, life, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Under the wasted rubble. By themischievousanna2 months ago Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna2 months ago 4 comments › karencupola March 8, 2015 • 2:14 pm I’m enjoying your poems! Keep it up 🙂 K x LikeLike Reply ↓ Donna March 8, 2015 • 3:14 pm I always love reading your poems and think “How does she do it?” LikeLike Reply ↓ mike7sedona March 8, 2015 • 5:03 pm I perfectly understand what you mean by ‘Locked Away’ as I am quite good at being late, in fact I have perfected it to an art form, so much so, I might be late for my own funeral taking comfort in the thought: ‘you only die once, so what’s the hurry?! Thanks for the late post, it was never too late! LikeLike Reply ↓ ShrutiInsights March 8, 2015 • 5:25 pm Awesome! 🙂 LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.