A tender, aching truth—time only waits until it doesn’t. 💙
But I Can't Stay
"Mom, Dad, I’m running late," they sigh,
A kiss in the air, a wave goodbye.
Life moves fast, no room to slow,
Too much to do, too far to go.
Meetings stack, alarms they chase,
Emails flood, a frantic race.
"I’d love to chat, but work won’t wait,"
the clock reminds them—tick, tick, late.
Carpool lines, reports to send, bills to juggle, texts to tend.
"This weekend’s full, I’ll call instead." Another promise fades away, lost within the busy fray.
Gym at dawn, phones at night, scrolling through the neon light.
"I miss you so, but time’s so tight." Their voices fade into the night.
Parents wait, though years slip past, hoping someday, they stay at last.
But time relents—one final day,
They stand beside the bed where hair is gray.
"I’m here now, I didn’t delay."
Withered hands reach—"But I can’t stay."
---c.k.sharpe
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