Our Lady Of Lourdes

 

The aristocracy of thought and open pen
Fall farther into mercy lent
The paté handbook of passé
A revolving door in and out
Entrance becomes an exit and
I feel the draft creep into the hall
I look into the dusted eye
And to my delight and odd surprise
The yellow sunshine shines hollow
Ringing bell in the grotto
Summons me to discontent
Oh where oh where, dear,
Have you went?