Bad Timing - Poem by Denice Woods
The present is a present
There is no time like it
Like most things in life
Time just keeps moving forward
With or without us
If there's anything to discuss
There's no better time than now.
Life is short.
There may never be a chance
To say what needs to be said
Because 'bad timing' only truly occurs
When we're dead.
Give your loved ones their flowers
And your true thoughts and feelings
While they are still alive
Because if you keep things bottled up
Waiting for the right time
It may never come
And before you know it,
Either the feeling or the one you felt for
Could have died.
Life is too short
And time just keeps on running...
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