Berlin Wall death strip, 1977 There comes a time, when the walls fall down. We see age in the eyes of a friend. We smile. Accepting, remembering. And there, amid the ruins of pretense, we shall come to love the evening, no less than the morn. When the Walls Fall Down was last modified: May 24th, 2017 by curmudgeon Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.