I was a clock that never chimed,
a door that wouldn't shut,
the reason without rhyme.
But the tears flow through the trust in my brothers;
friends I never knew I had.
Looking love in the face,
feeling the energy and the power,
the thrill, the ecstasy, the sheer
unadulterated joy of being a man
in the presence of great men.
Now can I have my glasses back please?