The summer day
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is…
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Birth is a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could