I’ll be there when the time comes,
when time no longer is your friend:
When time starts rushing past you
leaving a ringing in your ears;
When time starts spinning your thoughts
and piling up behind your eyes;
When moments, that used to dash ahead
as time 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.
