Into This Time Poem by *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

Into this time we move,

with Hopes, and Regrets,
with Bills, and Debts,

Without a Dime, for the Wine,
Without a Glass, for the Mass,

Into this time we move,

Without a Beer, for the Dear,
Without a Mirror, for the Fear,

Into this time we move,
Into this time we move,

With the stacking debts
and regrets to,

Into this time we move,
Into this time we move,

Selling the wine for a Dime,
Stealing the glass from the mass,

Into this time we move,
Into this time we move,

With Debts and Regrets
With Bills and Deals
With Growing Debt
We move into this time.