After the funeral

At times our world comes to the boil

temperaments our lives to spoil
Friends for life so quickly lost
Before we know we count the cost.

Let’s not waste our lives regretting
Forgiveness found – not forgetting
Eventually the time will pass
Sand slipping through an hour glass

Don’t hesitate, waste delay
Life’s too precious to throw away
Reach out, call, don’t hesitate
Right now before it is too late.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

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