ambar@mit-eddie.UUCP (AMBAR) (10/28/85)
Replace this bug--please! TIME Oh, the ghosts of all those lonely days And the cries of things that might have been Yet haunt me, like a forgotten song And shelter underneath my skin. And, yes, I contain multitudes: Memories, wishes, songs of dreams; Half-remembered people, without names; Old friends, and many more; I am a holder of the past, a collector of tomorrow; Remember me; I, Time alone, Can show you the way and the door. AMBAR "Patience comes to those who wait for it."
cs195@sdcsvax.UUCP (EECS 195) (01/27/86)
TIME You say time heals all wounds? Oh no, it inflicts the most severe scars. The flesh never quite grows back the same. Dis- tance, in days or in miles, never changes the reality. I think time heals nothing at all, but the events in time push and shove at the memories of others. So it is experience and growth which heals. And then perhaps, the wounds were never wounds at all. - Roger Bly "Life is short, standing in line just makes it seem longer." - An old lady I met once