This is for the bonus prompt, wherein we start our poems with, “I guess it’s too late to live on the farm”.
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A Harvest Moon Story: Bad End
I guess it’s too late to live on the farm
I guess it’s too late to play with my dog
I guess it’s too late to mine some ore
I guess it’s too late to feed the animals
I guess it’s too late to brush my horse
I guess it’s too late to deposit the crops
I guess it’s too late to go get some flowers
I guess it’s too late to get the girl I love.
I guess, after 3 years, I should’ve done a lot of things,
but in the end, it was all for nothing.
I guess this means the end of what we shared
because these days pass by so quickly.
I guess, after all those gifts I gave you,
it would never really amount to anything.
I guess this means that no matter how much effort I give,
it would never really mean something.
To all the animals I didn’t mean to hurt in the first place,
to all the rotten things I placed in the pot,
to all the trash I accidentally threw around,
to all the bronze ores I never thought were valuable enough,
to all the logs that were mistakenly thrown in the river,
to all the rivals of these girls I thought I loved,
I guess it’s too late to say sorry
I guess it’s too late to say goodbye.
Up in this mountain, I am all alone
the moon is shining bright. I wonder if you’ve known
that we can never have kids, that I wouldn’t be by your side
that I would never have the guts to make you my bride
that it would lead to this at one point in my life
and it’s all because I never made you my wife
I guess it’s too late to go back now
because right now, I’m just going down, down…
A Collection of Thoughts from Yesterday's Tomorrow 