More Meaning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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, realizing much too late they
should have done more, not wasted their lives like they have.

Leaving nothing behind except for tears of grief for their
loved ones, having left no mark nor made a difference in
their lives or the world's 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 had, if I'd only
have done...............