Too often we don’t realize
what we have until it’s gone,
and the words left unspoken
linger on, like a mournful song.
Too often we wait too late to say
“I’m sorry” or “I was wrong,”
as pride and silence build a wall
where love and trust belong.
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold closest to our hearts,
allowing foolish, fleeting things
to tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things take hold,
and only then, in hindsight’s light,
do we see the truth unfold.
So let those you love truly know
the value they bring each day;
take time to speak and share your heart
before time slips away.
Appreciate the gifts you have—
the blessings, big and small—
and be thankful for the little things
that often mean the most of all.
Don’t wait for loss to teach you
the depth of what you had;
cherish each moment and each soul
before it turns to past.
For life is fragile, brief, and swift,
and moments, like rivers, flow;
too often we don’t realize
the beauty in those we know.