Right Moments
The right moment doesn't come Ticking inevitably round like teatime.
It's not a dental assistant saying: `Mr. Williams, were you waiting • For the right moment of the day? "
Would you very kindly step this way?'
Right moments haven't got time To play the waiting game.
They picnic in the rain.
They would do the same again.
And not inside the head. And not underneath the bed.
But suddenly, without consideration For the opinion of the population, Their exacting, clenched desire Shall be let out into the air.
For right moments don't happen If wrong ones are never taken.
Right moments are pram covers For those who have no others. moo w0.1.10