Allegorical? No way
it’s the stone age
truth coming out
in a rash

It’s where you
chose to be by
run-out-of-gas
dead reckoning

Plain as the nose
on your face if
you can’t deal
with the facts

Looking askance
won't change where
you’re at on a raft
of excuses at sea

Too late to mend
years choked by
self-preservation
too late to grieve
© 7 October 2009, I. D. Carswell

Ivan Donn Carswell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-79/