Year after year I say I have no time.
Thinking of you now as I pass by the Riverside Cathedral
I remember how year after year we made time for lunch –
you standing under the big vase of flowers where we would meet
and go for crab cakes, Cobb salad and Key Lime pie.
You’d take your time, spinning yarns
of frozen tundras, polar bears,
volcanic fissures spewing lava
on ocean floors, or desert kings and lions.
Even then, with world enough and time,
your taste ran to the timeless.
Thinking of you now
I think of time,
you out of time forever, or till next time,
me with some time still on my hands.

                           Some time, still in time somehow I keep time,
                      all the time, big times, wonderful times, standard
                     time and terrible time. Time was and time will come
                                when time will tell it is time to leave,
                               that time has passed yet another time.
                             Some say time is money over time, and
                                   you have all the time in the world.
                                        But once upon a time, a long
                                          time ago was the first time
                                                and I must take care,
                                                           take time
                                                          small time
                                               any time tea time and
                                               bedtime to find time
                                      unusual time, time for myself
                                  and time out too. For telling time,
                           time will tell, well timed or not, one day
                              the last time, time will stop and have
                           no time for me my friend as time kindly,
                                        or unkindly, stopped for you.