Time is but a single jewel, In a living crown of thorns, As it serves to be the master, Of the head that it adorns. So as I travel to the end, In thankfulness for my years, I write for you, my thoughts, To bring you joy and tears. My Poetry, like any story, You may read and realize, Make you glad, make you sad, Bringing teardrops to your eyes. I write directly from the heart, And try to keep my work sublime, Then as each poem is but a tear, They are just, ateardrops in time.a