::


And an old man he is

)!(


We walk thru the rain      we cry to hide
Our utter indifference

To our fate

•

Our love !


Where is our love now that the years

Have told its story so brutally !

;;


( Well yes
                             ----- Where
Indeed ? )


••

AMERICA was dead with the dawn !

                 ( and oh the pathos of its ladies ! )


••


The old man


Indifferent to his fate

Sees


Right thru the walls of the tenement buildings


Into the eyes of every stranger

Into the soul of every life

And he prays but does not weep

)(


Moseys along with the years

With the  songs

And with
the dreams

Maybe he knows something

Maybe he doesn't know what he knows


Maybe he only loves


Maybe that's the thing



.