1977 School Magazine

LOST You old man of senseless swearing Guardtan of the gutter. Grow up - but how, weaned on the bottle of amber glass You sit

and swear meaningless abuse aimed at all but hitttng none. We are wise to you your stories hold no tnterest, no fascination only pity at exaggerated lies Your end is near the respect is draining, as your bottle down the gluttonous throat of apathy and your life is bursting with foam. Grow up ' ' '

the cherished love is deqd

comes a choked retreating plea

but that is Lost in harsh red breath that spits back anger. ALL is Lost and the cherubins take flight only to return to spit on the grave and shed a lonely tear for a wasted, miserably wasted Life. P.J. '77.