I had a passing thought to make a tape;
A verse of sorts, perhaps, that you might hear
When I can never more in temporal shape
Speak as my self to you, my very dear.
A passing thought ? That "passing" gave me pause,
Reminding me, should such a thing befall,
You would feel loss though I should have no cause,
Being past loss, past pain, beyond recall.

The words I write might never quite rejoice
In personal tones, however hard I try,
But spoken words, in a remembered voice,
Might have more power, come pressing much too nigh.
I would not wish you one unhappy day;
And, thinking thus, I put the tape away.

W. G. S.
January 1973