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