The cautious woman window shopping
Pauses, then passes on,
Time is not a patient fool
To dally very long.
Pauses, then passes on,
Time is not a patient fool
To dally very long.
For some tomorrow is a distant thunder
Whose storm they cannot see,
For some tomorrow is a candy store
Whose shelves may be empty.
Some in a life will never know
The taste of a lingering kiss,
The brush of fingers across their cheek,
A moment such as this.
rlkilgore
