It's Getting Late

As precious time is not so dear when dire
and grim events are gone, what do you tell
yourself? A permanent sweetheart ceasefire
with enemies was signed, while hounds of Hell

quit sharpening their teeth to put the bite
on your soft ass? Wrong choices doom the heart
and often younger fragile souls, to fight
in stupid uphill wars which rip apart

the innocence of all. Right now there's time
for some to shed a ton of cess and dreck.
An early start dilutes foul habit's slime,
thus minimizing short-cuts to your neck