Out Of Time

© By Anonymous


I always say that I am out of time.
It seems that time goes too fast.
No matter what I do.
It never helps me inside.
Because I am out of time.
I tried to make things right.
But I was out of time.
I wonder if my life will be out of time.
I wish I could go back and change the hands of time.
My heart will always be filled with hurt and sorrow.
It will be the hurt and sorrow of losing a dear parent.
No matter how many times I try to forget you.
It is just impossible to forget the woman who gave me life.
It is sad for me to think that way.
But it is just how I feel inside.
I sometimes think why was your life out of time?
Should things have been like they were?
Maybe I could have changed the way we treated each other.
Now I am out of time to fix it.
No matter how many tears I shed for the loss I feel.
I should have known better.
But I didn't.
So we ended it with my feeling sorrow and broken hearted, and having ongoing tears.
Everyday that passes; I sit here and wish you were here to share all the good things with me.
Sadly to say we were out of time.

Spiritually Written By:: Toyia Jacqueline Williams.

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