fall poem

if i should die, think only this of me
she was a beauty in the days
when i was broke in london
i fill this cup
i have cast the world
they ask me where i've been
i cannot always feel his greatness
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
often i think of the beautiful town
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
it was a tall young oysterman
to be able to see every side of every question