I'm Seventy-one Now, So It's Hard To

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

I Find You In These Tears, Few, Useless And Here At Last. Don't Come Back.

I'm Seventy-one Now, So It's Hard To Imagine A Dramatic Change.

I Was Very Lucky To Have A Mother Who Encouraged Me To Become A Poet.

My Mother Carried On And Supported Us; Her Ambition Had Been To Write Poetry And Songs.