Before It's All Too Late Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

How many times
Have you ever been in a state
Where you almost surrender
Saying, 'It's all too late'.

How many times
Have you ever thought in memory:
'I may be in a nice situation
If only I did the way it ought to be'?

How many times
Do you ever have to say:
'If I could only turn back the clock,
The past or yesterday'?

More often than not,
One blames self for the sorry loss;
Or sometimes even pointing
At others for chances lost.

Good maybe if we always have
The window of opportunity;
Bringing back the wasted time
To correct our paucity.

But sadly, just once can we see
That shot at the prize of life's game;
Granting to have a second chance,
Still, things will never be the same.

Life is too short,
Abound in love, hope; and faith;
Stay away from all forms of evil,
Before it's all too late.