Looking down from my vantage point
Surveying the carnage below
I saw the truth about my life
In the tears of the people, I know.
Memories of regret for things I’d said
With remorse for what I didn’t say.
Procrastinating has left chores undone
Now, there will not be another day.
Its to late to accept apologies
Unable to forgive and forget.
I was going to do so many things
I just hadn’t got round to it yet.
Knowing I could have changed things
Or at least I should have tried.
Letting animosity end, while making amends
Before I went and died.
Each other we should treasure
Our time, more wisely spent
Material things are worthless
But we all are Heaven sent.
So, take note of words of wisdom
In the good book their written in red.
They’re words that we should live by
It’s to late when we are dead.