It’s Ne’er Too Late…

It’s Ne’er Too Late… short poem

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It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I’m Sorry’,
It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I do’,
It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I care’,
You just need the courage to say it once.

It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I love you’,
It’s ne’er too late to say ‘Adieu’,
It’s ne’er too late to say ‘I’ve hurt you’,
You just need to feel it to say it once.

It’s ne’er too late to ‘buck up’,
It’s ne’er too late to ‘start over’,
It’s ne’er too late to ‘just be there’,
You just need to be determined to do it once

It’s ne’er too late to give ‘a share’
It’s ne’er too late to give ‘one’s care’,
It’s ne’er too late to give ‘a shoulder to bear’,
You just need to be sensitive to give it once

Well then what are you waiting for,
Don’t just stand and stare just coz’ it’s ne’er too late…
Build up the courage, the determination,
Feel the sensitive side of the human race
Coz’ it’s ne’er too late…
Coz’ it’s ne’er too late…
Yes it’s ne’er too late…

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Preeti
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True! Never too late to mend your life rather than cringe in unhappiness…

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