Lonesome Row
In Lonesome Row the paving stones
are growing cold
and all the children who lived there
are growing old.
In Lonesome Row nobody sees;
the dreamer dies,
and in the row nobody cares,
nobody cries.
But in the row one day I'll go
and make my home,
and there will stay, will settle down
no more to roam,
and wait and welcome all who come
and are alone.
(February '86/March '87)