D.H. Lawrence- "Sorrow"
Why does the thin grey strand
Floating up from the forgotten
Cigarette between my fingers,
Why does it trouble me?
Ah, you will
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.
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