Yes, I know.
Death sits with his key in my lock.
Not one day is taken for granted.
Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories (ed. 1978)
Yes, I know.
Death sits with his key in my lock.
Not one day is taken for granted.
Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories (ed. 1978)