Notice of absence from Neville
If I get the thumbs up tomorrow from my Doc, I hope to be in Miami on Friday for three days before jumping ship and spending three weeks sailing around South America .. Sheesh, what we do to try n get a touch of inspiration eh' .. Take care while I'm away & please forgive any delay in my going quiet for a while .. Hope to return feeling better than I do write at this moment .. AGT's Neville 😎👍
If I get the thumbs up tomorrow from my Doc, I hope to be in Miami on Friday for three days before jumping ship and spending three weeks sailing around South America .. Sheesh, what we do to try n get a touch of inspiration eh' .. Take care while I'm away & please forgive any delay in my going quiet for a while .. Hope to return feeling better than I do write at this moment .. AGT's Neville 😎👍
Too Late in the Day
We never
Knew just how much
He
Ploughed into our lives
Those
Trash cans and recycle bins
Not once
Emptied by themselves
The
Grass did not mow itself
The fence and punctured wheel
We owe him
So much gratitude
But it’s too late now I feel
We just never
Guessed I guess and
Now there’s nothing left to say
By the time
That it dawned on us
It was too late in the day
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Comments6
A poetic lesson in becoming more caring and penned with regret that gratitude can come sometimes too late........ those who do menial work deserve sincere praise and I shall now more remember such fine contribution. A needed read Nev,, in these testing times.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated as always,
Neville
I love this poem
How very kind, thank you my friend,
Neville
Good write Neville. It was not too late in the day for me to read this, cos I read it in the morning! Did I? lol.
I dunno but thank you regardless,
Neville
Meanwhile - it was embarrassingly too late. Someone passed away 5 years ago. I was merrily sending them Christmas cards still. Well, I didn't know......
There is so much gratitude in our lives that was forgotten during the time of existence of some loved ones.
Andy
true words Andy,, so very true indeed...
Neville
Is it too late for me to sing? It's the next day now, after my first comment!
What's that you say? 'It's not too late; just don't let me hear it!'
It's not too late; just don't let me hear it
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