Anthony W. Pahl

TOO LATE?

I look at yesterday and see the dread
Of things not done and words not said
Of love and chances swept aside
Of hope surrendered and friends denied

Words spoken and written in wasteful haste
Echo with sad and forlorn disgrace
But unspoken and unwritten words of love
Are forever lost in life’s tumultuous flood.

Shared care and hope and joy and love
Create blessings sent from God above
And shared terrors, hurts, pains, and fears
Become as drops of blood in dams of tears

Share your words of love and fear
Share your life and share your care
Tell your loved ones and your friends
Of how you feel, now, while you can.