for we oldies
This has been hanging around in me ‘ead for a while-tis now expelled.
at last the dying is upon me
strange how what appeared corporeal
will of sudden vanish into air
becoming as though it never was
I spend my life a walking shadow
cocooned within a web of culture,
antique literature, and old man faith
safe from criticisms, jealousies,
arguments and philosophies of
family, lovers and enemies
the webs of life will soon lift from me
the sound of my going unremarked
save by the few who thought they knew me
gathered round an ice-cold earthen grave.