I know I don't wear beads.
I wear a cross though.
You wear a cross?
Yes.
You really?
Yes.
You can't take my cross off.
Because it was inflicted in 1916.
The good old days was only because
your fellow man was your fellow man.
Slipping through your fingers like a wave upon the sand.
Time and life and love could pass away.
Nothing you can do will keep them hidden in your hand.
Nothing you can try will make them stay.
Now and then,
how and when will we know?
We used
to know we could never realize the cost.
It became the past the moment
that we let it go.
We didn't even know that it was lost.
Now and then, back again to the start.
