I’ve been asked for the words for this so many times that I figured I should put them here. The thoughts were collected from many people over the years, I feel honoured that folks seem to get something from this particular version of a thing we all seem to think but sometimes have trouble voicing. So, with thanks…
These Are the Times
What if these are the times, what if these are the memories I should hold against myself
What if these are the things they will talk about when we are gone and laid to rest
What if these are the faces of friendship, what if this is the best of the wine
What if this is our life, and these are the times
What if the choices we make come to nothing, what if the chances we take are too few
What if all of the ways that we measure our days leave us with nothing to do
What if all of our rhyme and our reason is buried in season, with no one to pray
What if this is our life, and these are the times
What if these are the times…
What if all that we are is to anger, what if all that we do is to die
What if all that we ask is one piece of some apple, and all that we pay is one price
What if all we can be comes to nowhere near heaven, and some days it feels just like hell
What if this is our life, and these are the times
What if these are the times…
I will make of each moment a movement, I will take of my time every day
I will treasure what pleasure I can with my brothers and sisters I meet on the way
I will not spend my life in some distant haze, dreaming of tomorrow, long for yesterday
No, this is my life, and these are the times
These are the times, these are the memories I should hold against myself
These are the things they will talk about when we are gone and laid to rest
These are the faces of friendship, this is the best of the wine
This is our life, and these are the times