Many believe it when they hear,
'It Is Never Too Late'.
To discover before others,
That a 'Never' for them does come.
And awaiting to address,
What time has passed no longer allows.
Leaves them unable to express unexpectly,
To someone else what is not accepted.
Since lost dignity and respect to give,
With years to go by to find it.
One like this may also discover to have found,
The offering to show it given...
May return to them an expectation,
Just as meaningless to receive...
From the one not having time to hear or listen.
With it known,
A patience once to have has left and gone.
Caring less where it went to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem