There is no future good enough
For what we hope to be,
Nor world with windows wide enough
For what we hope to see.
Yet when we turn to compromise
The dreams with which we wake,
We'll glimpse behind a memory
Which we cannot forsake.
How beautiful this time of youth
That is so quickly gone!
We came to learn together, and
In moments we are done.
How long we will remember this
Brief time when life would wait
Upon the true perception that
Comes always far too late.
~Nicholas Gordon~
