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.
Soon the winding counties will
Be lost behind me, motorways
And bending roads, the shopping malls...
You’re out there in the peopled world
Bobbing heads crowd your fair face
You sit in tunnels and in buses...