Too Late in the Day

written so long ago the words were stuck to the bottom of the box and had to be read backwards and upside down...

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

 

Author's Note

this is very old...

Reviews

[Lorry]

It's tough for a guy to tell his Dad he loves him, without said dad getting all cynical and wondering how much you want, or that might just have been mine.
We never do it often enough and it's such a shame when you realise too late that time has passed.
Good job on rearranging the backwards upside down words. I once found a photo frame where the glass had the ghost of a poem on it from being cupboard buddies so long. Alas, it was too smudged to make any sense, so I'm pretty sure I wroteit 😀

[Neville]

it seems you can either read me like a book, or you have been here before... Cheers Lorry :)

[Lorry]

I speak upside down and back to front fluently. The only language I have a problem with speaking, being Scottish, is English 😀

[Neville]

get outa here :)

[Chris Shaw]

It's the little things we miss the most when someone has gone. It's the little things that get done that we often don't see. That we take for granted. You reminded me of my Grandad who would polish my school shoes until I could see my face in them. He enjoyed doing it and would put such effort into it. I'm not sure I thanked him enough.

Chris

[Neville]

Welcome to the club Chris, I think exceptions to that rule are very few and far between
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Welcome to the club Chris, I think exceptions to that rule are very few and far between

Neville

[Roland Petrov]

So this is about parents being unable to appreciate their child, or someone who died, or a handyman who moved on (or who was no longer available due to the pandemic). It really doesn't matter as this is a nice poem either way.

[Neville]

How very kind of you sir for making such a kind and indeed insightful comment on these old words.. Many thanks,

Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

We have to tell the ones we love that they mean a lot to us when we can....because we never know when it will be too late. Good one, Neville. Lydi**

[Neville]

I know only too well the truth of your words Lydi** and many thanks for visiting these old ones of mine ..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't think we appreciate the handyman enough...everyone is just as important as a King...our existence would be a mess without them...
j.

[Neville]

I agree entirely Jacob, too true sir :)

[Unspoken poet]

heart tugging really, full of emotion. Nicely done even though it's an old write you say. Awesome

[Neville]

How bloomin kind of ya choosen….Kay-T.. many thanks on their way :)