A Time Poem by Barry Van Allen

There will come a time,
I feel that it's only destiny,
when I will not be able, strong or willing,
to walk the extra mile,
or bear the extra load.

There will come a time,
I know that it's only destiny,
when I'll be free to venture in my mind,
because that's all that's left to me.

I will be free of petty problems,
I will be free of common toil,
- - - maybe wondering just where I am,
and having no control.

There will come a time,
It seems as if it's destiny,
when trouble will not seek me out,
and engagements will not bind me.

There will come a time,
when the children have to agonize,
about what to do with me!
I'll be old and cranky...
and just sittin' in the home,
if you really want to find me,
listening to old tunes,
drinking me some juice,
hating old -age benefits,
and just plain hangin' loose!

On the other hand - - -
with any luck at all - - -
I will have passed away by then,
... and spent all of my money!