Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles <br />In children's circuses could stay their troubles? <br />There was a time they could cry over books, <br />But time has sent its maggot on their track. <br />Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe. <br />What's never known is safest in this life. <br />Under the skysigns they who have no arms <br />have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost <br />Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-there-a-time/
