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Ed Friedman's experience of being in a coma
and his poem
"TIME" 
e-mail sent by Ed Friedman to Dr. Escudero ( April 24th, 1998)

TIME:
        We both love it and we hate it and we can't slow it down or even
sedate it,
we can't find a thing in Time that is so
very funny as the fools who worship and
love the GREEN of MONEY, in the end
there won't be a single thing for them to
find, as it will be all torn from their grasp
by the uncaring CLAWS of Time!
TIME:
        We both hate it and we love it and
there is never enough of it, we all fall
prey to the love of "things", lots of money,
shinny cars, and diamond rings but remember as you touch the glowing,
luring piece of gold, will it keep you warm
when you're alone and very old, lost and
a-drift, upon the empty sea of Time!
TIME:
        We both love it and we hate it, hurry
along now so we can abate it, Time, with
it's silent thunder's marching pace, seeking all and everything it can
erase,
even mankind's final resting place, not
one woman, not one man, and each and
every tiny grain of sand, will all be crushed beneath the steel feet of
Time!
TIME:
        We often think we love it or we hate it, others wish they could
avoid and not await it, an old man lies alone with all his
fears, down his face pours all his 
LIFETIME'S of  TEARS and, hovering nearby:
is the great BLACK ANGEL, as he softly
says, "Old One",   it's Time!
TIME:
        We both hate it and love it but there
is never enough of it, Great Winged One
with all of Hell and Heaven's Power, can't
you just spare me one more "hour", you
see I never learned of friends or love and
never even touched a flower, I (beg) you
now for just a little bit more Time!
TIME:
        We come then to neither love nor hate, no more hurry, rush or
wish to abate
it, the Dark Wings Fold about the dying
SOUL, the last "sighing breaths" and the
body grows quite cold,   "Old One" there
is nothing more to say as you begin the
endless sleep this day in a place so far
far away, where there is no such thing as
Time!
TIME:
        The Devil's work is done in his idle
Time, people never seem to find the Time,
though some seem to have so much Leisure Time, SummerTime
and
WinterTime, there are even Hard Times
and some GoodTimes, don't you wish to
God that we knew if we have much more
Time!
TIME:
        We both love it and we hate it and we often run and rush about
just to abate it, our most cruel enemy and silent friend,
is just Time!
TIME:
        I thought of you just the other day, I
so wished I'd called or stopped by your way, but I "simply" couldn't
find the Time!
TIME:
        We both hate it and we love it but
there is never enough of it,  a little child,
alone, will play, the parents work and don't have much to say and the
tiny one will drift away, in Time!
TIME:
        We both love it and we hate it, we
must hurry now to await it, this abstract
monster we have made and the price we
will have to pay, the world's in such a mess, as they die like flies, of
heart attack
or of stress and all because of Time!
TIME:
        We both love it and we hate it and we often scurry about just to
avoid it, we
then fall in love and take a wife, swearing
it will be for "life",  one Sunday run from
church to our golf course, a round with our
attorney and to speak of the upcoming
divorce, but, only if we had the Time!
TIME:
        We both hate it and we love it but there is never enough of it,
a "son" is
born, the father's proud and he is heard
to boast outloud,  "For Him", no sweat,
no pain, lots of fishing trips and great ballgames- but I sure hope I can
find the
Time!
TIME:
        We both love it and we hate it and
we often rush and run just to avoid it, the
"son" grows up and feels the urge to roam, the father strays, entombed,
in what was once home, he now stares from a
dark window, alone, and wonders why he never found the Time!
TIME:
        We both hate it and we love it but there is never enough of it,
in the Sea of
Time there is a greater power we must all
think of,  the overwhelming, warming power of friendship and of love
and should we foolishly twist this power or
bend it, as only caring kindness can ever
mend it, or maybe, just a bit more Time!
 
Ed Friedman- THE FUTURE IS NOW!

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