Tomorrow may never happen and then what is left?

Maybe Too Late

It’s like falling through a rabbit’ hole.

different yet the same

People come and go

Each rushing in their own world

for what, I have no idea

Missing out on so many wonders

the beauty of a spring day

a walk through the park

So precious is life

No one knowing just how much time they have

till it is taken away

or someone has something that goes the wrong way

Take each day slowly

make them count for what they are.

Say I love you more often

Show that you truly care

cause you never know when it will end

and your love will be gone

Left behind with a sea of regrets

                                                     and words that can never be spoken again.

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