My Life is a Succession of People Saying Goodbye

My life is an endless succession

Of people saying goodbye

My life is an endless succession

Of people saying goodbye

And what's left for me?

What's left for me?



At one time the future

Did stretch out before me

But now

It stretches

Behind

And all of the best things in life are behind glass

Money

Jewelry

And flesh

And what's left for me?

What's left for me?