I looked through heavens eye
At my sordid life
What mysteries,
Of which I’d wondered,
Would open themselves to me
.
When I’d taken the candies
From the kitchen shelf
I’d skulked in the dark corners
And ate them all whole
Did they laugh?
A child’s play?
Or did they crack the whip,
Turned me off my wicked way?
.
When I’d flew the coupe,
On eagle’s wings
I’d scoured the concrete jungle
Of New Salem’s streets
Of the name I made,
Where they really proud?
About the games I did play,
They could’ve been mad
.
Perhaps they weren’t
As I grew old and grey
Not Fick and feeble
But sturdy and Sine
But perhaps they were,
Forby, you consider
As she did leave me,
A cold space on the bed
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