in growing old and wearing out
the cycle’s truly vicious,
and we don’t even get the fun
appearing meretricious —
as time, the great provider,
turns at last into a thief —
and though the cycle’s very old,
how ever new
is grief
in growing old and wearing out
the cycle’s truly vicious,
and we don’t even get the fun
appearing meretricious —
as time, the great provider,
turns at last into a thief —
and though the cycle’s very old,
how ever new
is grief
stark and without even the softness of hope