where everything is speeding to the sea,
and wonder beyond wonder that here
where lorries thunder the sun should
ever percolate to me.
There was sun enough for lazing
upon beaches
There was fun enough for far
into the night.
But I'm dying now and done for,
what on earth was all the fun for?
For I'm old and ill and terrified
and tight.
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