I can only hope, in rhyme,©11/15/2012 Carol Welch
This same machine that took the time,
that we would walk that we would talk,
gave me the way these words to say,
"The time to talk and love and walk,
is precious." It's a sticky way.
May this machine in its own way,
prompted by me, the love convey.
And then the time that seemed so lost,
would be redeemed and worth the cost.
It isn't gone when on and on,
the heart still beats with feeling sweet.,
and this machine obeys.