Time slips through my fingers
I don't know where it goes
once, my friend and ally
now my deadly foe-
Unmasked, like after midnight
at some New Year's Ball,
where only I could see it
when it walked into the light
Why is it that we recognize
the horrors of our lives
invariably at merrymaking
when we are least equipped
or wise?
---O---
From: Ehrlich [ehrlich@flash.net]
Sent: Friday, October 30, 1998 9:30 PM'
Subject: To my brother