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Recently I've posted items about making the most of our time; to do now what we too often put off until it's too late.
Recently, at a family gathering I was reminded of a great friend who has passed away. Because of how busy I believed my life was I'd allowed contact with my friend to drop off. News of his death was quite a shock, especially when I realised that I'd forever lost the chance to say and do the things I should have done. I wrote this poem on the evening of the day I learned of his death, now many years ago, but the message is still valid.
I lost a friend today.
News of his passing came
Too late.
Too late for me to say
The things I meant to say
When I called.
Too late for me to go
To send him on his way
To where ever.
Too late for me to tell
Of conversations long
About nothing.
Too late for me to cry
And say how unfair is
His passing.
But not too late for me
To humbly give thanks for
His Friendship.
Rest well my friend.
Excellent poem Jane! I have unfortunately experienced too much death in m own family over the last five yesrs. Perhaps that is why I have been trying to embrace the person I feel myself to be more in the last yer or so. Life is indeed too short to live a lie.
Cyn
Jane,
Not meant to be a sad poem, I think. Alas, I've experienced this too many times, and memories came flooding in as I was reading, the tears washed down my cheeks......
Cookie. 🙁
2016_poets corner: CDH JS original post:
Recently I’ve posted items about making the most of our time; to do now what we too often put off until it’s too late.
Recently, at a family gathering I was reminded of a great friend who has passed away. Because of how busy I believed my life was I’d allowed contact with my friend to drop off. News of his death was quite a shock, especially when I realised that I’d forever lost the chance to say and do the things I should have done. I wrote this poem on the evening of the day I learned of his death, now many years ago, but the message is still valid.
I lost a friend today.
News of his passing came
Too late.
Too late for me to say
The things I meant to say
When I called.
Too late for me to go
To send him on his way
To where ever.
Too late for me to tell
Of conversations long
About nothing.
Too late for me to cry
And say how unfair is
His passing.
But not too late for me
To humbly give thanks for
His Friendship.
Rest well my friend.
