The son hadn’t spoken to his father in years.
too many words between them neither forgave
now he sits in silent sadness
seeking forgiveness at his grave.
Each one thought they would make up…some day
some day…
they thought…
some day…
but neither took the first step
and time slowly slithered away.
The son hadn’t spoken to his father in years
forgiveness…neither one ever tasted…
now he sits in silent sadness
regretting all the years that they had wasted.
It’s never too late they both thought to themselves
never too late to hold the other’s hand in his…
It’s never too late they both thought…
It’s never too late…
’til it is.
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