They call it life – that item I did love, …
They call it life – that item I did love,Youth coloured it; age has made it blanche.Has life so lightly flown, some height aboveMy head, some dove alighted on a branchWhere olives bring it peace, but no return To me, its long absence soon urged I learn.”Life’s not an item’ lad”, my father’s ghostDid sing, … More They call it life – that item I did love, …

