lyric poetry

there is no flock, however watched and tended
in the cloud-gray mornings
stand here by my side
she knows a cheap release
i went up and down the streets
no prey am i of poor thoughts
one by one, like leaves from a tree
why are the things that have no death
i am old and blind
we were not many
there was a time in former years
i reside at table mountain
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
melancholy days have come