The pessimist says: Time
goes:the optimist:Its coming.
What is this thing, time?
Let Augustine be our spokesman.
Its competitor knows its neurosis;
the lover the dragging of its chained feet.
Now, we say,looking at the moon
that is the Sun in Australia.
We keep saving it for future
and arriving there are insolvent.
Young, our hobby was assassinating it.
Old we pray for its recuperation.
-By R.S. Thomas