Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.
Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.