Why do we wait until people are dead

to send flowers when a single

rose would have meant so much...

Why do we wait until people are dead

to regret hasty words spoken in anger...

Why do we wait until people are dead

to suffer the desire to say one

more thing...

Why do we wait until people are dead

to show how much we care

when a simple word or two

could have said, "I love you,"

better than your tears can...

Our tears and words mean nothing now

they can't see or hear them...

Why do we wait?

How could I wait.........

��������� .....death will beat us every time....