ETERNITY

When I die I shall miss the taste

Of that first sip of tea in the morning,

Assuming of course there is no tea,

Nor, for that matter, any morning.

One thing I shall not miss

Will be other people’s music,

Which translates directly as other people,

Though unlike the tea and the morning

They may well be there,

The whole rowdy lot of them,

In which case I would have to learn

To love them all, which might take a while,

So it is fortunate indeed that this time

For that there will be an eternity.