Copyright © April 30, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved
We know so little of each one the other, and yet there is so much known. There is this desire to share of time and self, to grow to know so much more. And I often wonder, have I found my place, as you might wonder the same. Given time the answers be known. Time, the one thing we have to share, should this time be found. Our lives tick away, moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, oh, so fast. This world, it spins round and round twirling, never stopping for even one of those moment that tick. Time apart passes so slow, thinking of you, wishing you in my arms. Time together fleetingly flies, and is over in eyes blink, my arms still feel your warmth. So, when will come the time, the time that we will share all we have to share in our sharing time?