Too many times, we leave things until later
Sometimes later never comes and the moments are lost
We never get the chance to say the most important things
That is to say, I loved you and goodbye
Our lives are like a second in each day
Here for a brief moment and forever gone away
Any tears of sorrow we leak from our eyes
Are there because of our missed chances
Of saying, I loved you and goodbye
David, sympathy to you for your uncle. The poem: yes indeed. Three mantras; carpe diem, never go to bed on an argument, and tell those who love that you love them... thank you for the reminder (since I consistently forget) , flowingly penned. t x
Its never to late to say to say i loved you and goodbye, don`t you understand they are watching up high... David wonderful poem...10
Really good its sad, sweet and good all at the same time but good isnt the word the word i should use is great..cause it is...and it is true every word that you put into it.........I LOVED IT
my sympathy 2 u..................but this goodbye has made your uncle' beloved'.... .........................loved for ever...
We always think we have forever to say what's important to those we care about. So often, they move on, and we are left to mourn our shortcomings. Always let people know exactly how you feel, then they can never say they didn't know, and you can live with yourself. Sad but beautiful sentiment, David. Linda
My dear David, this is so true, I'am one of those that never got around to saying those words to family and to dear friends. I see that I must change my ways and open my mouth and actually say those beautiful words to those I care about before it's too late, before a time comes when I can no longer speak or write. We're here today and gone tomorrow, gone not necessarily meaning dead, it could mean being incapacitated in some way. Why take the chance though, tell everyone you care about, you love them. Thankyou David for these wonderful words, I will act on them right away. ---Melvina---
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so true, it is to easy to take time for granted, then before you know it its passed. But he knows how you feel, whether or not you got the chance to tell him. Very touching poem.