Converging Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

5: 52 a.m.
Sometimes all that's left to a person is wishful thinking
as they lie in bed dying.

Memories of life passing through their minds vividly,
bringing tears to their hearts and eyes.

Wanting to get out of bed and relive their lives, doing
things differently perhaps.

Being kinder, more compassionate, spending more time with
their families.

Regretting some of the decisions they've made in life,
knowing it's too late to change anything, because their
time is coming to an end.

Now realizing much too late that they should have done
more with their life and not wasted it like they have.

Leaving nothing behind except for the tears of grief for
their loved ones, having left no mark nor made a difference
in the world they are about to leave.

Wanting to say to those they love, something important to
change or wake them up to the temporary situation they too
are in, before it's too late.

But what can a dying person have to say, who's now lying
in bed, wistfully thinking, if I'd only done more with my
life, loved those who loved me more, shown them I cared,
how much more meaning life would have held if they'd only
have done...........

5: 54 a.m. Copyright: 10/31/15 RoseAnn V. Shawiak