People go through this life
Merely in existence, day after day 
Never really saying what they mean 
To those who mean so much to them 
Instead they just assume that feelings are known 
People only know, what they know, when they know it
Nothing is learned a moment sooner, and it’s usually too late 
My grandfather told me, assumptions make asses and assholes of us all
I am certain I’ve found this sentiment to be true many times in my life
Why is it that words from our hearts arrive only when we are desperate 
When apologies and tears flow after disappointment 
Eulogies send off with a love letter or poem 
When death has sealed the fate of forgiveness forgotten
I would rather be remembered for living fully and loving out loud
Making sure to pour out all the love I never got 
Into those who are dear to me
So they never have to wonder 
That I didn’t wait to share the most 
Along the way with the people who deserve it