I’ll be there when the time comes,
when time no longer is your friend:
When time starts spinning your thoughts
and piling up behind your eyes;
When time turns back for you to see
and rings old secrets in your ears;
When moments that have dashed ahead,
as time for you to chase and catch,
Suddenly stop and stand quite still
in splendid, cadenced array
For you to probe them—one by one—
to find, at last, their true meaning…
Or just to find the ones you’ve lost….
And, then, when life has had its way with you,
When the world of touch at last deserts you
and time runs on without you,
Know this much, now, and then forever:
I’ll be there with you, even then….
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.
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