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Never too late


Ecclesiastes 9:4 

Better to Be Poor but Alive than Rich but Dead

4 But whoever is among the living has hope;
a live dog is better than a dead lion.

 

Never too late

 

The offer stands today and will be here tomorrow

It is never too late: “Where there’s life, there’s hope”

“All have gone astray” in this world of sorrow

The thought of being afraid moves people not to cope

 

Here I go again riding on the wind

Without a horse or saddle just floating in the air

The places I’ve been to search for a friend

Who always needs to meddle accepting this as fair

 

Acting like I’m helpless ignoring the direction

Where I choose to go in search of happiness

Always to the careless carrying satisfaction

Until the final throw opens into loneliness

 

Jan Wienen

 

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