I Guess It Is Never Late To Live

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live short poem

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I guess it is never late to live where I am,

For the past has left me grieving alone,

Future is unforeseen showing fresh and green,

For none of them appear here, where I am.

Past memories linger grieving,

Was that all I ended receiving,

I guess I never counted the nourished ones,

I surely missed counting the cherished ones,

Future, fluttering in the sky like a beautiful butterfly,

Flying above the green and greener,

Making me gleam like a child dreamer,

Subdued it appear when I actually arrive there.

I am late to realize the gift of present,

While it is slipping into a grieving or cherished one,

For it comes on skate boards,

While I am busy rowing a dream boat.

I apologize to the present for I now know to give care,,

It gives me the lending hand,

While Past and the Future rest in a far-flung land.

I guess it is never late to live where I am.

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kwai chee low
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A beautiful poem. Yes, it is never too late to love and live the moment; be awake to the joys and cherish the present.

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