Too late

I can recall good times I've had
And moments I did share.
With friends and family through my life
Who are no longer there.

Those memories now are old but strong
Yet I remember still.
When they were made, the time and place
Now in my heart they fill.

The threads of life are finely spun
But woven very tight.
Each strand a memory we must hold
A tiny golden light.

Our busy lives we have each day
We often do too much.
And when we meet, intentions good
Catch up we say we must.

And then we part and never do
Meet up another day.
But next time it may be too late
No words for us to say.

And then we're left with memories of
Those people who have been.
No time for us to tell them how
They touched our hearts unseen.

So stop a while and take a breath
And never shut the gate.
Just make a day to share good times
Before it is too late.

Christine