And then I'm here,
and when I'm not here too
They walk past me,
and I see it in their faces,
the generations,
and their generations,
when they walk past me,
the worse-off
and the better,
they come too,
And they come,
and they come,
and in their faces
there are shades I can't name,
but every one of them is,
and everyone of them is
beautiful
And in their hearts
there are whispers,
whispers that speak in shapes
I can't measure,
but they whisper
pleasures,
and they whisper of their pains,
and they're not like mine,
and they're not unlike mine either,
and through them all,
they have, and I have
stayed strong,
And they've come here
and their strides have covered,
they do cover,
not distances,
not years,
but those joys and sorrows,
The joys and sorrows of many
yesterdays,
and they came from those many days
and those days flowed out
from many places,
from many places
that are now one, and that one
will go too,
into many,
There will be many
tomorrows,
and into many
tomorrows,
it and they will go,
And when they go there,
they'll go everywhere,
And when they go,
everywhere will be
one place
and nowhere,
And it's from there
they'll bring me back,
and it's to there I'll go
and I'm going there,
and I'm going there
again, with each of them.