regret an avoidable tragedy

Sad and lonely souls gather round the bed Of another lonely soul, drawing his last breath Each is lost in silence but the voices in their heads Scream out to each of them all the things they wish they had said But the sands have run out Time has closed the door They should have known him better It's only now they know they don't All too busy with important things That they have all forgot We will all have our turn To be the one lying in the bed Silently we'll gaze around At the faces staring down And we'll think of all the things We wish we could have said If we had had the time If only we had the time