Poem about the future. Ann McAvoy

There Will Be a Time.

There will be a time not to be afraid when a stranger comes close.
It will be,’ Hi, pleased to meet you.’

There will be a time to stand in the shop and chat to a friend.
It will be ,’Hi, pleased to meet you.’

There will be a time to visit a neighbour.
It will be,’Hi ,nice to see you after so long.

There will be a time to visit a grave.
‘I love you. I am sorry I could not help you.’

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