The world of my youth is ending.
Famous people are dying every day.
Gertrude Lawrence,
And now it is Stalin.
The last one will be Winston Churchill,
And after that probably,
My father-in-law.
There will be no one left,
Except those who remember
The old days,
And young people
Entering college
Who will read about it.
That’s why I’m telephoning
You today, Alexander Nevsky,
To make an appointment with you
To ride out by the lake
Before they dredge it,
Or next winter’s skies refuse
to fill it,
Or by some miracle
The mountain waters won’t
feed it.
I thought we might ride
Out there today
And look at all those
Dead bodies again.
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