Too Late

Netherworld: The betwixt

And between of one life-time

To the next,

A holding spot of sorts where

We’re given the opportunity

To re-live our regrets, perplexed

A place to think long and hard

On actions we could have taken

To ease the burdens of someone else

Whose pain was unmistaken

Yet, perhaps, when we turned our backs,

We convinced ourselves it was not

Our worry; figured someone else

Would come along,

Besides we were late, couldn’t

Stop, in too big a hurry

These thoughts make us wonder

Why we behaved the way we did

Tear our hearts asunder when

We reveal all that we had hid

What about that man, who was

Down upon his luck; swallowed

His pride and found the courage

Just to ask us for a buck and

Remember all those hateful

Things, words barbed with spite

And hurt; we shouted out in anger

To shred others and disconcert?

Looking back, we ask ourselves,

Why didn’t we take note

To understand all those ideas

So strange and so remote

Is it then we realized all the riches

We ignored, that could have

Filled our life to over-flowing;

Made us so much more

7.10.10

Tonya Greenlee