Often all the answers
They don't amount to much

And now I'm often alone
Not even a little of that human touch

Time is the Destroyer
Like Shiva with his dance

Madame Curie was my employer
Took my honeymoon in France

Hath the rain a father?
Does my poetry prance?

Sweet Sir Galahad can find the Grail
But too bad; not you, Lance.