A poem describing a man who neglects his family and tries to repent. |
Before It’s Too Late… Upon his deathbed, the old man lay Thinking of things he could not say For the time had come and gone for him His eyes grew heavy, the lights grew dim And there he thought about his past On this lonely day that would be his last He remembered his family, his wife, and his kids His mother and father and all that they did But his selfishness ruined his perfect life He betrayed his children and his wife He went to jail for several years And through the painful nights of tears Eventually he could not cope And thus began to give up hope His family’s letters went unread He completely blocked them from his head And on the eve of his release He was finally free but not at peace For he could not face his family again And explain how selfish he had been For his wife, his daughter, and his son Had all been killed in a hit and run His parents had passed from old age But he didn’t know ‘cause in his cage He thought of no-one but himself As he tossed unread letters on his shelf So there he lay alone and sad Thinking about all that he once had Regretting the things that he had done Living his life for himself as one And as he lay dying he thought out loud “I wish I would’ve told them they made me proud” “And said I loved them despite their hate” Then the old man was silent, it was too late |