never leave behind regrets…

I had read this poem and it struck my heart… I would just like to share it with you… so here it is:

Too often we don’t realize
what we have until it is gone;

 

Too often we wait too late to say
“I’m sorry – I was wrong.”

 

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;

 

And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.

 

Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;

 

And then it’s usually too late
to see what made us blind.

 

So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;

 

Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.

 

Be sure that you appreciate
everything you’ve got;

 

And be thankful for the Little Things
in Life that mean a lot.

 

Growing old
is a privilege denied
to many…

Never leave behind regrets

Reference: http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art38110.asp

Posted by: Dianne Peña | 05-26-2007 | 06:05 AM
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nostalgic.

When all the things were not on its track

A sudden thought came into my mind

Is there anything such as contentment or even satisfaction?

Why am I not enough?

Why do you need to ask for more?

Why didn’t I give some more?

 

All the things were on its fast track

Why didn’t I anticipate this?

Why didn’t I run?

Or why can’t I run?

Maybe I m just too late

 

Time is on its unstoppable turn

Why didn’t you allow me to adjust?

Why didn’t you wait for me?

Am I too slow? Or Am I too relaxed?

I can’t get a grip on your hands


You are so fast

You didn’t hear me scream

You didn’t see me cry

How come you just throw it all away?

Yes I know, time took you away


I thought I am at my best

I thought I was the best

But all those thoughts are gone with time

Time told me, I m not!

Is it time? Or is it you?


Does this make any sense right now?

I think I m ok, but I don’t actually believe it

It hurts that all the promises made were fulfilled with your present

Maybe I don’t deserve those fulfilled promises

I can’t stay forever right? Does she? I hope so.


I had loved more than I think I could, more than you think I would but I feel sorry because you lost your chance to be loved more than you would ever feel in your life after this.


Contentment? Satisfaction? Are there such things?

Posted by: Dianne Peña | 05-19-2007 | 06:05 PM
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