birthday poetry

the old west, the old time
she must go back, she said
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
shadows lay along broadway
do you hear the rain?
daughter, thou art come to die
this is the ship of pearl
we were not many
there's one that i once loved so much
do you remember
let us pity those who are better off than we are
why so sad my lovely one?