Time can never stay The ticking of the clock Takes timely stock Of the days that roll to years And of what occurs And of what stays or disappears. Twixt the angle of paradigm That sweeps through ticking time. When old friends meet Time is the healing retreat. Slipping into different zones, Completely oblivious of cell-phones! And the time that is the present-now Seems too short; somehow For a grander celebration - And a fuller exchange of conversation. But grateful, still for the exchanges between The now and when we were fifteen.