When I Grow Old I Shall Wear Tiffany Blue
When I am an old man I shall wear Tiffany blue With a gold sequined top hat which doesn’t go, And I shall spend my pension on Starbucks latte’s and Ralph Lauren t-shirts I shall lie down on a hammock when I’m tired And gobble up cherry pie at Polly’s and ring former students’ door […]
Sonnet III
When should’st night become the folly of day For days beauty ne’r sorrows brave fool be That morning’s tide hie kind blossoms may Whilst siege lay waste upon humanity Be anxious nay for fear becomes thee not And nature’s peace tis true as verse doth speak Such turns the time forgotten freedoms bought Thy heart […]