Firsts stand strong, shouting out loud,

But lasts, lasts float by daily, whispering clouds,

We all remember a first step, a first kiss or that first special meet,

A last? A last tricks you - leaves things open, makes you think they're incomplete,

 

Then it f@#ks you over, stealing what thoughts you knew,

Leaves you scarred from an unrepentant debt fate destines forever due,

So take a moment - consider those hours already flew,

And realise before it's too late there is always a last time to...:

 

 

There'll be a last time up on my shoulders riding high,

They'll be a last time I'm the name you shout when you fall and cry,

A last kiss in the playground oblivious to your peers,

You'll hold my hand for the last time down the road, then it's lost to the years...

 

When you love, love with everything you've got,

A burning, angry, ashen white hot,

Give all of yourself - all you've got isn't vast,

All you've ever got is that moment, just fight to make it last...

 

There'll be a last time you get to kiss mum, your queen,

Nine months The woman who carried your being,

So make it really count, hold that embrace,

Shout out you love them, kiss on that face,

 

There be a last to roll eyes at the jokes of your old man,

You'll miss turning to him for advice when you no longer can,

Spare the hour, buy a pint or just watch the footy,

Smile for the hundredth time at the same story told over mums bacon butty,

 

There'll be a last time your family fits a Sunday morning bed,

So move - go on!! - raise that work-week weary head,

Tickle the feet, blow raspberries on the belly,

 Listen to small things from Small Mouths and f@#k the telly

 

Last times land where you least expect them to fall,

A playground denial, a shock Tuesday afternoon call,

Friends you hold close, who you assume you will see again,

They've already gone, a purgatory of pain,

 

Make the effort, don't entertain a "what if??"

We have only one life, don't be afraid to give,

 

They'll be a last time to share that secret smile only known by two,

A last time to slumber with the one person who ever really fit you,

A last listen to the words of your perfectly shared song,

A last chance to say sorry, to right an irrelevant wrong,

 

When any good things passes it's but a rustle in the trees, 

It's a burning want passing by when you're caressed by the breeze,

It's the wise words you know that should have been mine,

It's the compulsory scar left by the mugging of time.

 

Good times become sad times when remembered at the end,

To faded memories nostalgia is always a friend

And if life's path is valued by what we leave behind at our death,

Live life knowing there's last times ...please don't realise it as you take your last breath.