I dare say it's good
to talk at times and
there is a lot of the day
that always was a blur
even before you started drinking
along this quiet island's quiet roads
telegraph poles buzz
with 8 megabytes-per-second
bringing the world
to your door these days, they say
You won't answer back
this is just the way it goes
there's the postie
and the nurse now too
and from the mobile library, there's Tennyson
You are at sea still, with his Ulysses
sailing these coasts awhile yet
*Old age hath yet his honour and his toil
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield*
most days now, someone gives you a hand
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
I dare say it's good
to talk at times and
there is a lot of the day
that always was a blur
even before you started drinking
along this quiet island's quiet roads
telegraph poles buzz
with 8 megabytes-per-second
bringing the world
to your door these days, they say
You won't answer back
this is just the way it goes
there's the postie
and the nurse now too
and from the mobile library, there's Tennyson
You are at sea still, with his Ulysses
sailing these coasts awhile yet
*Old age hath yet his honour and his toil
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield*
most days now, someone gives you a hand
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