Too Late


If I could understand your pain,

I might do well to ease it.

Alas, it is in vain,

I cannot feel it.


In all the years that passed,

and all the years to come.

It seems to move so fast,

and far to slow for some.


Remember how this feels,

to watch the days go by.

Remember how it feels,

to hand your head and cry.


Mackenzie McConnell