It is written ...



That the sun rises and sets

That darkness hangs between

That seasons change and let

Trees grow, then drop, leaves



That the winds will blow ...

And the rain will then fall ...

Sometimes becoming snow

As temperatures get cool ...



That babies will be born

And grown folks will smile

Even when it's 3 in the morn

And they've come many miles



That lightbulbs tend to expire

Signifying a wearing out ... 

Just like clothes and other attire

Leaving absolutely no doubt ...



We all will pass thru this way just once

And each one of us has our time ...

So we may as well savor each chance

We have, to make every move chime ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:53am Wed. Dec. 3rd, 1998