Sunday, January 21

If I have lost every friend,
At least life has an end.
Every path to happiness has been choked off;

Dogs bark hard at me.
Cats adore me.
What else do you need to know?

In early times I might have been a leper,
A beggar or a sailor - a traitor
Under an unchivalrous moon.

Never the prince I have dreamed to be.
Words like honey and tongue thrusting
Longer than the river Nile.

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