poetry book

thou unrelenting past
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i had a dream and i awoke with it
since i have felt the sense of death
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
let us pity those who are better off than we are
they may talk of love in a cottage
musing, between the sunset and the dark
did you ever see an alligator
old wine to drink
shadows lay along broadway
i make my shroud, but no one knows
what shall we do now
it tells of good old times