I was told you were gone
I didn't want to believe it
I wasn't ready yet
I had to see you
I came to see you
You were there, on your chair
But you were gone
I didn't get to say I love you
I hope you knew
I didn't get to tell you I was proud of you
I hope you knew
I didn't get to hug you one last time
I was going to do all of that on the Sunday
It was too late
I left it too late, I'm sorry
such heart felt throughout the peom, they knew, they knew a 10++
I didn't get to hug you one last time I was going to do all of that on the Sunday It was too late- - a very nice poem and the circumsstances in which we are.. thank u for this poem. it is revealing of human character......... tony
I like this one Jennifer. So often how we wish we could turn back time. Well written. Barry Conway.
I was going to do all of that on the Sunday It was too late I left it too late, I'm sorry
We are always late, to express our feelings, to spend our love to the persons who might be waiting for that feeling, a beautiful poem on love and regret.
sad you missed him but be not too late read my Moms Smiles as I will be here now only 4 a while ere it's too late miss YOUR POETRY one can't miss lovely 'tis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Jennifer, such a well expressed poem..................
Kind words Bernard, thank you.