I used to visit all the very gay places. those come what may places. where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life. to get the feel of life. from jazz and cocktails. the girls I knew had sad. and sullen gray faces. with distingué traces. that used to be there you could see where. they'd been washed away. by too many through the day. twelve o'clocktails. then you came along with your siren's song. to tempt me to madness. I thought for a while that your pointed smile. was tinged with the sadness. of a great love for me. ah yes I was wrong. again I was wrong. life is lonely again. and only last year. everything seemed so assured. now life is awful again. and the thoughtful of heart. could only be a bore. a week in paris will ease the bite of it. all I care is to smile in spite of it. I'll forget you I will. and yet you are still. burning inside my brain. romance is mush. stifling those who strive. I'll live a lush life. in some small dive. and there I'll be. while I rot with the rest. of those whose lives are lonely too