Too far, too Soon

Too far isn't after the distance.

Too soon never been on time.

It's neither been waiting

nor coinciding,

But, it tells you somebody has planned.

Sometimes we don't see

something we look for.

Nor hear, sometimes we don't listen to.

It's just simply when we must

needed it too.

In places, and in time, in such occasions

we experienced things we won't perceive to be.

For instance of friendship

expect not but comes like a thief.

While re-arranging my personal documents at home, I found the above poem composed by Sis Alma Moreno, my former work colleague, well-kept on my folder. It was given to me during our PPI days at Cainta when she'd found out I was collecting some literary works.