Too Late in the Day

Too Late in the Day

 

We never

Knew just how much

He

Ploughed into our lives

 

Those

Trash cans and recycle bins

Never

 Emptied by themselves

 

The

Grass never mowed itself

The fence and punctured wheel

 

We owe

So much gratitude

But it’s too late in the day

 

These words

Shall now fall on deaf ears

 

We just

Never guessed

Now there is nothing left to say

 

By the time

It dawned on us

It was too late in the day

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i tried to thank my dad the best i could before he was gone...how much i appreciated what he did to help me grow into a man...how he thought of everyone else before himself...how he took care of all of us...with many unseen, unacknowledged deeds...
before it's too late, i do think we want to say express it.
j.

[Neville]

you are absolutely right jacob... thank you sir
N.

[Anjeline]

Great poem friend. Has a simple and understanding language but conveys such a wonderful message in a very beautiful way. It not just taught
me to express our feelings in time as time really never stay for long but it also taught me to thank all those people who are always ignored by us in our busy lives. I really loved the concept and the language :)

[Neville]

I am delighted you see beyond mere words and read the truth intended..... thank you.. N

[Anjeline]

You're welcome and it's my pleasure to read such good work :)

[Neville]

you are far too kind my friend.. you must post some more for us to enjoy.. it seems I have already visited each of those you have shared to date.... no pressure, just saying :)

[Anjeline]

I have just uploaded one :)

[kentuck14]

Nev,
How true this is . . . too bad we do take for granted these blessings so familiar but so far from our minds. Thanks for the reminder.
Tom

[Neville]

tis certainly sad but also sadly true.. thank you for visiting and for your understanding... Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

It's often the little things we never thought of that become bigger when someone is gone. Beautifully done.

[Neville]

I learnt that a long time ago Lyn but every now and then need reminding... maybe I wrote this as a note to myself.. maybe. cheers ... N

[barleygirl]

This is incredibly haunting! I thought of people who were there for me, but who got squeezed out somehow. I thought of how we humans tend to "write off" a day (or a year) that starts out poorly. Despite a seemingly dreary message, I also get the feeling you are saying: "there's always time to try" (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

that is precisely what happens isn't it .. we dont set out to make it happen, but it often does... thank you for massaging my ego Margie NUG ya and true :)

[lightsong]

unfortunately, those simple people, forgotten and neglected by many, those who make life better more easier, and without them life can't be life, and dear Neville You've done justice to all of them with Your vast heart.

[Neville]

I really like the way you make this apply to all those who might fit comfortably or fall into the category of helper, carer or supporter in some way.. those whose praises are rarely sung, but without whom, the world would be a much sadder place... Bless ya G..... N :)

[lightsong]

Yes, this is exactly what I read through Your words, the praise must go to You too, for writing for and about them dear N~ Bless You*

[Neville]

........... N is :)ing

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes we take for granted the ones we love the most. Somewhere I wrote a poem along those lines. We often don't appreciate the little things that people do as they are insignificant in the overall picture of things. Something as drastic as death or a serious illness would make a huge difference to that. When someone else is left to do all the mundane chores, the penny drops. Sad little poem Neville. I started to think of how my family would cope if I took an extended break :) But then I focused on my Dad. Maybe this is a poem about Dad's and the stuff that was in their domain.

Chris

[Neville]

there are always so many little things... thank you Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Yes it is the little things that become like lost treasure.

[Norman 223]

Although I appreciate that this poem Is dedicated to a loved one, there is also the corollary that public service workers often perform tasks that we would find menial, or unpleasant. Do we always appreciate them? Not a critisism of your very apt and moving poem, Neville......just another view of some of the points that you raised.
Norman

[Neville]

The point you make is taken, understood and appreciated sir Norm... thank you my friend.. Neville