Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
When coming out into the evening air
The sky is filled with promise, blue or clouded
The streets are joy, the bus beyond compare...
Come, have a drink with me –
Care can swallow love,
And tasks devour time...
