GROPING
My gloves no longer fit my hands, and I've
now mis-placed my fingers. if I were a comedian,
I'd say 'isn't that touching?' As it is, a tragedian
like me can only say - 'too bad and so forlorn,
this sorry life without useful fingers, grafting
hands, holding onto nothing at all.'
-
My sorrow? It comes from groping in the dark;
and all I hear is laughter coming from the big
crowd, somewhere, in the large, deep room.
My gloves no longer fit my hands, and I've
now mis-placed my fingers. if I were a comedian,
I'd say 'isn't that touching?' As it is, a tragedian
like me can only say - 'too bad and so forlorn,
this sorry life without useful fingers, grafting
hands, holding onto nothing at all.'
-
My sorrow? It comes from groping in the dark;
and all I hear is laughter coming from the big
crowd, somewhere, in the large, deep room.
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