An old hack like me isn't up to this!
I put aside responsibilities
Just to sit here despondent and useless
Think I don't know that? It's all I fit.
I won't make it to Heaven anyway
For I don't believe I ever Left It,
I hear birds when they say Listen, Edith,
This is just a minor bad episode.
TO teach you how Frail Strengthened Truth Sounds.
As precarious as it is precious,
Come here, I will sing it for you, you Hear?
You at your Table and I in my Nest,
You need not Step Outside nor even Ask.
Listen as I whistle you my music.
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