Monthly Archives: August 1998

Late

Here’s one born from some pensive moments spent thinking about and being thankful for all the people in my life:

 

I don’t want to be too late
To gather the flowers by their names
To saunter down the sidewalk
Watch the baker baking bread

I don’t want to be too late
To marvel the wonders of a stary nyght
To catch a breath of rainfall
And a sprig of first light

I don’t want to be too late
To tarry all my dreams
To paint a portrait of the world
With my own colour scheme

I don’t want to be too late
To say “I remember you”
To all the ones I have adored
And the ones I still do.

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