not a moment too late
He was born a child of eight
in a circle of love
but he grew to hate
by the time he was a man
and out on his own
he finally found himself all alone
he was no longer surrounded
by voices and laughter
he was no longer bothered
by the endless chatter
he no longer had to share
room, time or things
Finally he thought
I've got everything
but a funny thing happened
after he spent time alone
he started to feel lonely
maybe he'd been wrong all along
about sharing and noise and clatter
finally he felt they were a gift
and now he knew what mattered
and the selfish boy who grew to hate
grew into a loving man
not a moment too late
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