Monday, January 3, 2011

Too late!

Too late!

Procrastination is in fact the thief of time,
Oh what agony rages in my mind,
One phone call too late,
A call that never was which knew too many dates,
One moment too late,
Now I'll never be able to tell you I love you mate,
I could have told you the last time,
I would have shown you the last time,
But cowardice got the better of me,
Fear became a fetter,
Convinced me I'll be able to next time,
But next time never came,

Oh the flame of agony burning in my soul,
I postponed the visit to your sick bed,
All the things I wanted to tell you,
Like how much you meant to me,
All the pleasant places I wanted to take you,
All the hurt I wanted to spare you,
All the things I wanted to share with you,
The silent agony of longing,
For one more smile,
One more hug,
One more touch,
Too late now, too late,
How can I make up for the missed opportunities,
Will you ever understand?

I may not be able to make the past right now,
But in your honor,
For my own good,
I am at war against procrastination,
It may take many battles to finally win,
I may not win in an instant,
But I vow today to try,
I promise to fight,
So the good I can do now I will do,
The call I can make now I will make,
The places I can go now I will go,
The 'I love you' I can say now I will say,

I am at war against keeping for tomorrow,
What I can do today,
Rest in peace my dear,
Rest in peace.

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