pretty woman on the tube
i dare not smile at you
i have no magic formula
to make the world anew
the winds will blow and then we'll know
as wiping clear our eyes
the words were wrong, the vision gone,
the poetry just lies
for love and lust seem so alike
to one as new as i
and i must take my lessons
where i can before i die
and all that
yes
still it's a shame
i have no voice to give
so see you round, let joy abound
and let me learn to live
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers