Back Next The Door

I am locked in
And weeping
Not that the villagers
Don't now that
They do
I'd come out
Into the greengrass with you
And lie down
And let the sunbeams
Bathe me
But I am locked in you know
And weeping
I am going to wash the windows
And scrub the floor
And one day
I will meet you at the door.

Irwin R. Shaw - May 11th 1982