Now is our pleasure, in parts divided;
Three ways delighted,
Triplet in nature.
Present, past, future, in thoughts united,
Separately sighted,
In realm of measure.
But in the Land of Bliss, where time is no more,
Pleasure is endless, no after, before.
An eternal kiss, on that wondrous shore. -eab, 12/1966
Written in Cincinnati,Ohio