Moving Way Too Little Way Too Late Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Friend, sometimes time seems to drag on...and on...and on...
Hours to days...days to weeks...weeks to months...months to years...
And at other times...just yesterday...so many years into yesterday
Stolen moments rob us of the innocence of youth

Friend, sometimes our days together...lasting forever...happily
One hour...so many hours...good memories...you and me...and all our friends...
Yesterday today tomorrow melding...today succeeding
End of day...negative thoughts surfacing...positive ones dissipating...tomorrow
fading

My friend, I didn't see your pain fast enough
Moved way too little way too late
Other than to dedicate
Some words in retrospect

Friend, you've become a memory now...today...and...tomorrow...
Sleep beckons...time is suspended...dreams await...goals unfulfilled
Nightmare fade away and from the darkness light us with a new day
Good night, my friend, may you now forever rest in peace