if night should fall on you
and we must carry on
I shall only speak of love
yes there are many fine achievements
and a few false starts
but dust this is to dust
without one eye on love
your unseen acts of kindness
live in the memory of
a stranger’s wrinkled face
as he recalls the bowl of soup
the blanket…and the love
anything less is not an option
total and without condition
love an art you mastered
while I poor apprentice
thank you for holding my hand