I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Sex Means Nothing--just The Moment Of Ecstasy, That Flares And Dies In Minutes.

One Of The Sadder Things, I Think, Is How Our Birthdays Slowly Sink: Presents And Parties Disappear, The Cards Grow Fewer Year By Year, Till, When One Reaches Sixty-five, How Many Care We're Still Alive?

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live.