For what, my dear friends?
October 28, 2005 by Dave Earley
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That’s right. For what do we do it? What could it be?
Is it for a chance at eternity? Or the guarantee?
Maybe I could write a poem. And give it to you
For free.
It’s a strange thing, responsibility. And I hadn’t even planned for that one to rhyme. Ah well.
There’s always time. Time.
Time for a different course.
there is no time.
