Too Late

That’s what you say
You fully intend to

But you keep waiting
For a “better” time
For all the stars to align
Ducks in a row
“To do” list checked off
Weather to be “just right”
Not too hot,not too cold

And life goes on
You keep putting off

That coffee and chat
Catching up
Margaritas on the patio
Afternoon stroll

When you finally decide
To make the time
Instead of “someday”

You may find
It’s too late

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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