Who I Was

and I remember the pilled-doctor rolling by, rolling by, and the beery priest, in the sky, in the sky and the woman in the taxi, oh my, oh my, and her husband the pugilist, big guy, big guy and the lamp-posted street and the beery priest and his altared feet, all rolling by, rolling by and the maggots in the trash can meal long gone, meal long gone and the yellow kitchen dish squissh, squish,squish buttered frying fish,buttered frying fish and the black, smiling police woman, come to bed, come to bed; and the little bouncing snappy dog, bounce the ball, bounce the ball then the man in robes from Pakistan, Pakistan, all the sights, if you can, if you can; and now I'm old, now I'm old, with silver hair and linen shirts and children three in pants and skirts. and if at night I stop and stare, stop and stare; I see who I was; living there.