Things are not always as I thought they were – but they were.
The way did not always go where I thought it would go – but it was there.
The faces I expected did not always fit the frame – but some special ones were always there to help.
The songs did not sound as they used to sound – but there was music all the time.
The end was not how I expected it to be – but it came.
And though often you could see in me something I am not – I might have been.
December 1994