Sorrow

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Title:     Sorrow
Author: D. H. Lawrence [More Titles by Lawrence]

WHY does the thin grey strand
Floating up from the forgotten
Cigarette between my fingers,
Why does it trouble me?

Ah, you will understand;
When I carried my mother downstairs,
A few times only, at the beginning
Of her soft-foot malady,

I should find, for a reprimand
To my gaiety, a few long grey hairs
On the breast of my coat; and one by one
I let them float up the dark chimney.

[The end]
D. H. Lawrence's poem: Sorrow

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