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.