Too Comfortable A Passenger

You have come much too late, To request from me to give to you... What at one time, Was thrown back in my face. It is not that I am embittered. Those days feeling that way, From me have gone. And like the passing of each season, I'm not the one to linger with wishes, That any season I might like... Continues to go on. That would be too selfish of me, To believe something will wait... Until I decided it was time to celebrate, In the appreciation of it. You have come much too late, To request from me to give to you... What at one time, Was thrown back in my face. However I will suggest, You develop more pro-action... With a learning to do that at your best. And accept what to you has been given. Instead of looking for something to impress. Since this might eventually, Address your attempts to catch... A train that has already left the station. And I have been made too comfortable a passenger, To get off to satisfy a going back in time. Even if that 'was' a possibility.