Too late
I can recall good times I've had
And moments I did share.
With friends and family through my life
Who are no longer there.
Those memories now are old but strong
Yet I remember still.
When they were made, the time and place
Now in my heart they fill.
The threads of life are finely spun
But woven very tight.
Each strand a memory we must hold
A tiny golden light.
Our busy lives we have each day
We often do too much.
And when we meet, intentions good
Catch up we say we must.
And then we part and never do
Meet up another day.
But next time it may be too late
No words for us to say.
And then we're left with memories of
Those people who have been.
No time for us to tell them how
They touched our hearts unseen.
So stop a while and take a breath
And never shut the gate.
Just make a day to share good times
Before it is too late.
Christine
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Author Notes
I wrote this on the day my friend died, she had cancer and by the time I knew she was in hospital dying, I didn't get the chance to see her to tell her how much she meant to me. I was thinking about her and wrote this poem at 8am in the morning and little did I know that she died at that time. Her daughter told me that afternoon. We would see each other over the years and always say we must have a catch up coffee , but somehow we never got around to doing this, and I think that is often the case with running into people "Oh we must catch up." But often never do . So the last time I 'caught up' was at my friends funeral and All I could say to her was goodbye my dear friend.
I now try to make the time to catch up with friends.
Thank To MKFlood for the image Friends
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