The point is you're alone
An old grey-haired blond
And the annual spring-
An unimportant thing.
End of wine,
Given by God-
Shivering in the wind,
Unloved.
When the bare-legged kids-
This screaming band-
Are not able to wake you up,
You will understand:
You are in the angels' club.
The point
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