So many times I've watched my time go by,
Even as I know it isn't mine.
Visiting's the best that we can do.
Eventually, all lovers say goodbye.
Now my children celebrate my day,
Though I myself am sometimes far away.
Years pass. The train goes on. Their faces shine.
For me the only thing that's mine is love.
I feel its god-like grip, more true than true.
Very little else the heart can move.
Emptiness passes, but deep-felt love abides.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon