Were It Not For Love, Poor Life

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.

Life Is The Game That Must Be Played.