it calls me and i will oblige
at the age of eighty and one
i have a plan to escape and
and ride a bus down to the
very coast where i first entered
there i will have dinner and
a strong drink: a little old lady
with white long hair: a woman
way past her prime and no
man will stare at but perhaps
to help up: this i will be and
when dinner is done i will
walk to the sands and play
my cane by my hand, my
cross around my neck, i
will pull back my hair and
enter the sea
