And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street

Rubbing its back upon the window panes

There will be time

There will be time to prepare a face

To meet the faces that you meet

There will be time to ****** and create

And time for all the works and days of hands that lift a hand to drop a question on your plate

Time for you and time for me

And time yet for a hundred indecisions

And time for a hundred visions and revisions

Before the taking of a toast and tea