A poem by Barry Spacks

This is one of those poems that has been a music in my head for over twenty years. Thought it
deserved having some light shed on it. The poet has a blog (url below), so you can check up what he is up to now as well.

Poem

Will it come again like this?
Will we ever get it right?
It is always as it is,
And it passes.

Never as it was,
Yet always somehow bright,
Always somehow sweet
In its changes.

We will never get it right.
It will come again, but not like this.
It is always as it is,
And it changes.


from
Barry Spacks
Spacks Street
see also
www.barryspacks.blogspot.com