Wasn't it sad to see the face
         Of the child looking out the window
         As  the rain fell down and the car drove away
         But he is seeing brightness in the distance
         Not sure if it's car lights
         Or the dawning of a new day

         Is there sunshine through the rain?
         Either way it's the motion that's important
         And the progress-- the moving traffic
         The rising sun, sparking a minute fire of hope
         Lying somewhere in the cluttered heart
         So many things to feel

         But the glimmer is something like a warmth
         And lends itself to some degree of courage
         And the sweet desire to thrive
         But he fears that tomorrow will be more of the same
         Oh, you rascal time! Precise and always moving forward
         Never missing a beat

         But I often miss your passing
         What could have been, if I had given it my attention?
         As I ponder this, I once again miss time's passing
         And what could have been
         At any given point  of awareness
         We are always introduced in the same manner

         It's you again, looking so familiar
         Shall we be friends?