When at six and seventy
I write stories a plenty
Are there not murmurs
Why after so many summers?
I am like those evening lamps thither
Which shine most before they wither.
A Multi-Disciplinary Artist
When at six and seventy
I write stories a plenty
Are there not murmurs
Why after so many summers?
I am like those evening lamps thither
Which shine most before they wither.