At the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre in the drizzle Saw a blue neon light of a bar I meet sailors there from my own country They gave me cigarettes and wine, money enough to take the train home Only among the poor do you find selfless generosity I had a pencil, and a note block tried to collect my thought to find out what I was thinking found out I was more educated than I expected, that is What reading a thousand books do to you, alas I also knew my limitation My difficulty in functioning in the world we live in.
I bought a typewriter but had no grammar what saved me from go under Was a heart attack the authorities gave me a small pension enough To live on and the time to learn and I have written what I wanted to say In the process lost some friends and gained some others, but most of all I have tried not becoming satisfied when so much I see is rotten because When you get old, it is easy to fall into the trap of selfishness.