The ticking of the clock,
The passing of the hands.
The space between today and
tomorrow...
The space between the lands.
There is always a time for
this and that,
Wherever you may be...
A time for friends who love
and care.
A time,
For you and me.
G.M.Key copyright 2003
{original draft of this piece was 1994}
**This piece is dedicated to taking a chances and being thankful someone gave me the key after they took a chance and opened the door**