White tie on stainless shirt
black rose on dark verse...

Work fills the
time and space...

How long
how far how near...

Resting
on your arm...

I must be tired why am I so down
where is the little girl...

I would give up
all things dear...

As we grow old
this much I know...

When night falls
and no-one's near...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

Euphoric layers of
images nonsensical...

Sunday comes
sunday goes...

Life is a cycle of
art poetry and songs...