‘A frank response to Frank, who said, “regrets I’ve had a few,
But far too few to mention… I did it my way”
Shortcomings just like snowflakes,
Are always piling up,
A life time of the little things
Filling up life’s cup.
Then some day, and in some way
They have their full impact
On family, friends or foes alike,
Too late to then retract.
Too late to start anew that day
Too late for quick reprise
The bills have now come fully due
Much to our surprise.
Sometimes we think that life consists
Of only major things
Of beautiful blue sky days
When all the birds do sing.
Of birthdays and holidays
A picture postcard beach
Where shortcomings can be ignored
And outcomes out of reach.
But cumulative effect weighs in,
Our hopes are undermined
The gravity of apathy
Our dreams are left behind.
Faithful in the small things
Be faithful when there’s much
You need to sweat the small stuff
The Kingdom is of such.
I failed to finish what was asked
I failed to love enough
I failed to be there when you called
When times were really tough
I failed to notice when you smiled
I missed the telltale signs
I failed to see when you were tired
With worries on your mind.
I failed to hold you when you cried
I failed to finish strong
I failed to be there when you died,
I chose to move along.
Some say the cost of what we do
Is usually outweighed
By all the things that we neglect
Every single day.
When did I see you without bread
Or with no clothes to wear
When did I know you were in jail
But never visited there?
The sin’s in what I have not done
The things I have not been
‘The saddest words of pen or tongue
What might have been, what might have been.’