There is no time ..

Nothing like 

the passing 

of a friend, 

to shake us. 

More if he was 

our age. 

We know we'll die, 

one day.

That it could be sudden, 

  unannounced, like a thief 
in the night -  

not likely. 

We are sure, 

very confident we have time, 

even if we are almost there in years. 

Maybe that was fatal delusion.

That makes for regrets! 

We Need worry? No; 

Medical problems? 

Yes,  not life threatening. 

Medications, regular follow-ups 

will keep the Reaper at bay. 

Besides, feeling great, things going well.

 What can go wrong?

HE cannot be so unkind. 

Do we need to hurry? 

No. 

Make special time to make up? 

No need. We'd rather Wait.

 Hey the guy's is not such a 

nice fella anyway. 

Why bother? 

Do we want to say "I Love you"? 

No no Wait.. 

Resolve the grudges, the hurts, the aches; 
Wait..

for the right time.  

for the right day. 

for the right moment.

WAIT!

We have received jokes, 

of old age - its comical infirmities? 

Flags that should wake us, 
to our temporary-ness

we dismiss them, as jest. 

We deny our mortality
running out of time ….  not yet.   

Such happy fwds
 were fwd to an old classmate, 

And his response:   

"Good one!!!   

Why are we not meeting more often 

when we know our time 

is coming to end soon?   

call when you are in town

!!!   
:-)   

Did not call, 

did not meet.

Thought there is time yet, 

to see him, 

another day. 

Yesterday, he died.