and all were lost and all were found
and all were saved and all were bound
to secrecy on solemn ground
and love was gone and love was near
and love was wrong and love was here
and love was weeping in my beer
and i was young and i was old
and i was hot and i was cold
and i was bought and i was sold
and all good dreamers pass this way
all lost all found in shadow play
on solemn ground and far away
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers