IT'S NEVER TOO LATE

The son hadn’t spoken to his father in years. 

too many words between them neither forgave

now he sits in silent sadness

seeking forgiveness at his grave.

 

Each one thought they would make up…some day

some day…

they thought…

some day…

but neither took the first step

and time slowly slithered away.

 

The son hadn’t spoken to his father in years

forgiveness…neither one ever tasted…

now he sits in silent sadness

regretting all the years that they had wasted.

 

It’s never too late they both thought to themselves

never too late to hold the other’s hand in his…

It’s never too late they both thought…

It’s never too late…

 

’til it is.


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