A race to be together.

It wasn't too little, it was just too late.

It was ample, loving and kind, those things are tears to time. 

​​​​​​ Oh it can't be two  late, hunny  please just wait, don't leave me solo, there's no fate without a crumb. 

Frail and old, stillness is bold. 
Bloated balloon your exit is soon. 
Cough cough wheeze he's waiting for the finish please.

Not to worry the race may almost be over, and your togetherness may not be measured by years. 

It was not to little, more than you hoped for.
Just too late in life to bounce around or back. 

Thank goodness I ever saw it at all.

I may have old feelings that where no use to me. 

I may have been seriously unhappy. 

I may have given up hope.

I may not have time to spare. 

The race to be together we made it. 

Two late to do anything but grow old and die. 

Typical life gives you wonderful memories only to take that person away from you.