Time and tide wait for no man,
but I wish they would wait for me.
Then we’d sit in a boat, side side,
and row on out to sea.
You were so tired, your body frail;
you couldn’t heed our pleas.
For time and tide waits for no man,
and it didn’t wait for thee.
So, you slipped the rope, pushed off the shore;
you had to go alone.
You placed the bow towards the horizon
and headed for places unknown.
One final look, one hand in the air,
you set your sail up high.
Just as the horizon tipped into the sky,
you turned and waved goode.
When my time comes, you’ll be in the boat
when it comes ashore for me.
You’ll take one oar and I the other,
and – together – we’ll row on out to sea.
Edel A. Williams