The Shot rings out... <br />and then it's over. <br /> <br />Done. <br /> <br />And all the crying in the world, <br />won't change a thing. <br /> <br />People always say <br />I wish I would have been there <br />I wish I would have known <br />I should have done something... <br />said something... <br />known something... <br />Been there. <br />Cared. <br />Things could have turned out so differently. <br /> <br />But the fact of the matter is... <br /> <br /> <br />People always say these things later <br />and never before... <br />Never before it is too late... <br /> <br />And always at the funeral. <br /> <br />(November 11,2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) <br /> <br />(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved <br /> <br />*In Loving Memory of my Father<br /><br />Christine A Kysely<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-remorse/
