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