19/12/2013
Never
solved
To
think that I shall die
In
what is called,
In
what is justly called
The
lap of luxury.
Three
sumptuous meals a day –
A tasty
breakfast,
And lunch
and dinner served
Beyond
reproach.
And
for eight peaceful hours
I
sleep, I dream
Of
problems of my childhood
I
never solved.
I do
repeat I dream
Of unsolved
problems,
That
used to worry me
And
do not now.
The
reason that I’m granted
This
absolution
Must
be that I am now
Grown
up – I think.
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