My End Is Now
When I was growing up,
Daily they packed my outgrown:
Shoes, shirts,suits and trousers;
And paid me commendation
As they milled around me
Like night ants around light!
When I was geisha-guy
And my frame was fame
And my gaiety was deity
Oh they milled around me
Like day ants around rose
When worker I was
And my table was the host
To all that delighted belly
Oh they rounded me about
Applauded me with their belch
After my grain and grape.
Now my hairs are white
And my frame is gone
My teeth have left
Sight is dim, hearing is poor;
How quick they dessert me
Like a cinema after the show.
It is home alone
As they call me demented
The brats that once me hailed
No one to tell goodbye
Sad today I must go
My end is now.
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