Time Poem by William Fay

Time should be a circle without end,
Not the dead straight, too final line.
No, we shan't meet again my friend.

Yet weigh how this span might bend
From dark finis to the brighter shine
Of our time like a circle without end.

It can't happen, even if we pretend,
For learned types such hopes malign;
No, we shan't meet again my friend,

We shan't; yet hearts may transcend
A grim logic to embrace the divine,
Of our time like a circle without end.

We can't go back, nor sense offend,
For time set's straight like a spine.
No, we shan't meet again my friend,

We shan't; yet gladly I would upend
All proof, as faith and love align,
To show time, a circle without end,
Yes, certain to meet again my friend.