By Steve Klein.
Softcover, 86 pages.
Second Edition, published 2017.
Poetry and Prose to the Beloved.
"O Lord, you may be eternal, but we, alas, are not.
After three or four score years, basically we're shot.
Our eyes are dim, our teeth are false, we can't eat solid food.
So I hope that you'll forgive me if what I say seems rude.
But even if our soul goes on, we all must start anew.
We have to relearn everything, so what of loving you?
For seven years we're children, for seven more in school.
We then spend two times seven years finding ways to play the fool:
Falling in and out of love, and starting out in life.
There's no time for anything, but business and a wife.
Most of the rest of our life is spent seeing our children through it.
By the time we're free to think of God, we're too senile to do it.
Beloved, please, take advantage of the fact that before you now we bow.
And destroy time altogether by making this moment the eternal now."
