He said: “My mind is retrospective to the end”
And I said “What?”
He said “To what will this lead?”
And I said “nowhere and nothing”
He said “this is an idiot’s recital!“
And I said “you have a dust cart in your head”
H G Wells
Stood upon a stage of life
Like Shakespeare: passing and repassing that walking shadow –
Growing ever darker
Laughing ever louder
Asking more and more
An endless unanswered question – quiet now – be quiet –
….unfortunate little ants walking closer to their doom…
I’m passing here my lady I am passing by your room
I am looking ever inward, I am never looking out
So pass the time my lady
Pass the time and do not shout –
Never raise your head, my lady
Never do look out
For all is very dark outside
And the killers are about.
He said: “My mind is retrospective to the end”
And she said “What?”
He said “I know where this will lead”
And she said “Put the light out”.
by Rose Meredith
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