The Face ~ Philip Brent

One early morning on Tuesday last week
I told you of the future, but did not speak
I said I would write these words just now
Although, I in no way explained just how

Still, I imagined I would be able conceive
Some mysterious way to make you believe
I could not, cannot express this grand idea
Playing the part of ostrich and not of rhea

Somehow I knew you would understand
Despite that it is not what we first planned
So I leave you with my promise to return
You might not believe me; you will learn