~ I do not think there is anyone over the age of twelve - possibly older - that does
not think about time passing, in many cases the end of time or, the end of their time.
I can remember thinking about this when I was very young, and of course many times since.
Now that I'm older I find these thoughts recurring even more. I think it is human nature,
and especially so when those closet to us grow old. It is not only a constant sword over
our head, it is a deep, heart-felt fear within our very being. With the recent horrific
happenings in Montreal and Ottawa, it brings these thoughts not only to mind, but into
crystal clear view. It also makes one realize that it can happen at any time, and at any
age. It is within this sad and heartbreaking realization that this poem came to be. ~ R. B.