Goodbye

it's too late to say goodbye All the things I never knew Never bothered to know Maybe I was little But you are never too little To learn Or To care The flood of information It didn't come till after When it was too late I never said goodbye I never even said The three little words Before he was gone Maybe I was young But you are never too young To show you care I never said thank you Or even had good manners I don't know If he cared But I never said goodbye And now I know more About the poems His civil war bookcase The smiley face mug And the way he liked his toast But I still can't say goodbye