When I was a stormy young lad and then some!
A tad under the influence—
From the soul of the tree
I took sandalwood (for life was scantly);
From the dead elephant, his Ivory!
I took what I could, to live as I should.
And all that I took, I paid for!
And then some—
And when asked, avowal to nothing:
To lessen the world of something!
When I got old, I gave back twofold,
Everything worth giving, except for
My books, and soul (and a scanty living)…!
And then some—
And that too, I paid for—
And when asked, avowal to nothing:
To lessen the world of something!
When I was a young lad, and a little more!
When I was an old man, and a little less!
This is what I did, this is how I lived:
And then some—
When I was a lad you could call a lad
When I was a bloke, you could call a bloke
And when I was half a bloke, and half lad
Christ never lifted his finger prints, from my soul!
And then some—
No: 4308 ((4-19-2014) (12:20 a.m.))
