It’s Never Too Late

Walking past, crossing miles,

To be on time, exempt lies

Focused on nothing, changing themes

Purse happiness, pursue dreams

Saw an old lady crossing road,

Thought to reach and help her out,

Priorities and time within, a debate

I realized I had been late

Crossed an old age home

Saw faces with happiness and beautiful smiles

The precious gift that I missed at my home

I sensed, but I sensed it late

I stopped near a lake, past the city

Strong winds caused ripples floaty

Closed my eyes, I saw dad’s face with wrinkles

I recall all the hard work he did, but I recalled it late

With closed eyes, I felt a few raindrops on my hand

It resembles the soft and strong touch of her bond,

All the sacrifices, pain she took as wife

I felt it, but I felt it late

I revised all the sufferings, all the learning

I always had them by my side,

Pain, grief submerged that smile

I saw hidden tears, but I saw them late

In guilt, In drowned shame

I reached my home, I hugged my mom

I cried, I cried a lot

But I cried late

I reached each beloved ones,

I saw happiness raising, at least once

I touched their hands, their soul

Yes, I did but I did it ………..

Walking past, crossing miles,

To be on time, exempt lies

I promise myself, I promise self

I will be on time until it’s late.