T. S. ELLIOT

I am old I am old  and i wear the top 

of my trousers rolled

sun shine in the october morning

ah Mr and mrs Hugh

I  think  of you  ever my soul

full of sorrow and remorse

I WEEP AND BEWEIL AND MOURN

O SUZANNE O SUZANNE

I SEE NOW THE EYES OF THE OWL

ITS CRY AT NIGHT ESCORT MY MOURN

I AM OLD I AM OLD

THAT IS WHAT SAID THE GREAT LONDON POET