And now only those who loved themknow what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,the cars…the house…the cash. For you never know how much time is leftthat can still be rearranged.
Some of Causley's most famous and most memorable poems came comparatively early: Timothy Winters (Timothy Winters comes to school / With eyes as wide as a football pool, / Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: / A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters); King's College Chapel; and On Seeing a Poet of the First World War on the Station at Abbeville.
His minor poems, which did not cut so deep, always showed the same genuineness, the same tone of voice.
Though popular - no other living British poet of his distinction commanded so diverse a readership - he was resolutely untrendy.
It is gloriously decorated with gold and gems, but the poet can discern ancient wounds.
The rood tells the poet how it had been forced to be the instrument of Christ's death, describing how it, too, experienced the nails and spear thrusts along with the savior.
What matters is how we live and loveand how we spend our dash. If we could just slow down enoughto consider what’s true and realand always try to understandthe way other people feel.
And be less quick to angerand show appreciation moreand love the people in our liveslike we’ve never loved before.