I looked through heavens eye

At my sordid life

What mysteries,

Of which I'd wondered,

Would open themselves to me


When I'd taken the candies

From the kitchen shelf

I'd skulked in the dark corners

And ate them all whole

Did they laugh?

A child's play?

Or did they crack the whip,

Turned me off my wicked way?


When I'd flew the coupe,

On eagle's wings

I'd scoured the concrete jungle

Of New Salem's streets

Of the name I made,

Where they really proud?

About the games I did play,

They could've been mad


Perhaps they weren't

As I grew old and grey

Not Fick and feeble

But sturdy and Sine

But perhaps they were,

Forby, you consider

As she did leave me,

A cold space on the bed