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Too Late

He, beseeching – I raised my pleading eyes as I saw you pass by. You looked through me. I was invisible. My eyes searched for understanding. You did not say “I’m sorry.” You busied your nose in your phone. My thirst apparent yet you offered nothing. You clutched your coffee tighter although you saw my want. Your bagel a life-send, you passed by imploring hands. You turned away from my entreating pain. I, reproving – Too late…to comfort you. Too late…to buy your lunch. Too late…to bring you coffee. Too late…to listen to your stories. Too late…to offer consolation. Too late…to extend compassion. Too late…to save myself.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 10/18/2024 7:23:00 AM

Linda, this is a pleasure to read as it makes me think of how I treat others on the giving and receiving end. It's often hard to determine which end I'm on since life is a constant give and take. However, there is a lot to be learned by dividing things up in this way. Smiles!!

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/18/2024 10:19:00 AM

Many thanks Duke. I agree. I do look for opportunities to be on the giving end as much as possible. :)

Paul Bell

Date: 10/17/2024 6:24:00 AM

Relationships should come with a health warning, but would we change things before things change themselves. This is a tough one that many will relate with.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/18/2024 10:20:00 AM

Very true Paul. Thanks for stopping by! :)

Len Gasun

Date: 10/10/2024 12:16:00 AM

I enjoyed this awesome poem my dearest poet friend Linda. Very well -crafted and expressed. But how about the saying, better late than never? :) A stellar write as a whole and i immensely enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/10/2024 6:20:00 AM

Hello my friend! True...an act of kindness is never too late. hugs! :)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 10/9/2024 11:31:00 PM

Just a very touching poem.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/10/2024 6:19:00 AM

Thank you Arthur. We seldom think what it is like to walk in another's shoes. :)

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 10/6/2024 12:28:00 AM

He sounds very selfish. Relationships should be equal.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/6/2024 8:43:00 AM

Hmmm...good question Hilda. Thanks for stopping by. :)

Suzette Richards

Date: 10/6/2024 12:18:00 AM

Relationships are not complicated, as some would have it. It is often a one-way street. "Too late…to save myself." A heart felt line, Linda. Have a great Sunday :)

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/6/2024 8:42:00 AM

Many thanks Suzette, and yes, relationships are only as complicated as one makes them. If one is into drama and darkness, they can be horrendous. If one is into love and laughter, they will envelope that into their relationships. Fun-filled Sunday to you! :)