ASHTRAY OF SADNESS

 

I am an ashtray of sadness

Of the old Love a smoldering fire

Broods in me

Ill married to an strange woman

She was not She

I hear this morning the brutal

Thundering of a gale

In the Cantabricus sea

In the beginning was my end

I am a friend of the scare crows in the fields frightening the birds

And marking the direction of the winds

Times change my friend

Belfries and towers disappear

But I pray over altars desecrated

of empty churches

I cry for Spain

Yes in the beginning was my end

Through the riddles of Destiny

Poor rag-muffin I was

Lord have mercy on me 

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