The End of Donna
My first cousin Donna
now belongs to eternity
She went to live in England and Ireland
Married an Irishman and had two nice boys
She could not keep herself away
from the siren lure of drugs
Last time I saw her she was puffing
on reefers like there was no tomorrow
I am not really one to talk
have indulged in illegal smiles in my youth
Yet, I live
She was a writer and an Anglophile
She said she didn't like kosher food
Well, I think it is usually delicous
Still, I wiage 63 ll miss the wild child
Donna -
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