If I should n’t Be Alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
If I could n’t thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I’m trying
With my granite lip!
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
If I should n’t Be Alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
If I could n’t thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I’m trying
With my granite lip!