lyric poem

who is the runner in the skies
let us pity those who are better off than we are
when i was a boy at college
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
i gazed upon the glorious sky
before the solemn bronze saint
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
she limps with halting painful pace
in and of itself
they may talk of love in a cottage
did you ever hear of