Elegy for Time

To the promise we never fulfilled,
to the things we would have done,
if we had been more skilled.
And here's to the people that we might have been,
and to everything that goes on behind the scenes.
And here's to the secrets that we have never told,
and to what we might have done, if we had only been bold,
and here's to those we exile,
and to those we invite back into the fold.

To the passage of time,
and to the vast expanses of space,
between now and tomorrow,
and tommorrow and yesterday.
To the difference between our best intentions,
and the words that we actually say.
To what we leave to posperity,
and what we let decay.
To fires within fires,
and wheels within wheels,
to what is merely artifice,
and what is very nearly real.

To what might have been,
and to what never was.
To the great unanswered questions,
and the great big because.
To Bert and Ernie,
and the big blue sky,
to Henderson the Rain King,
and what we never let die.

And in thinking about time,
and what it all means,
the great unknown,
and the Kings of the World,
and their Alabaster Queens.
And In thinking about the people,
we think we have known,
and hoping to grow up,
when we are already fully grown.

And to carrying baggage,
that we no longer need,
never hold onto grudges,
you only have two hands,
and we are built for comfort,
and not for speed.

To the drummers keeping the beat,
to the pianist naming the key,
to Bert and Ernie and the Great big blue sky,
to never knowing the questions,
and never asking why.
To knowing everything you have always known,
to being who you wanted to be,
when you were fully grown.

To the moments of the dead,
caught forever in Sepia tones,
To the Dead Poets,
still searching for a way home.
To being the people,
other people want us to be,
without losing sight of who we are.
To letting life heal,
but still feeling the scars.

To letting life leave its mark,
without putting out the spark,
to the inner child,
and the outer adult,
to the past,
to the present,
to the future,
to the time,
to making our intentions pure.