"Where can I find the Friend?"
I eat and dress and labor
For only one reason.
But why explain about the essential today
And demean the holy?
We are a couple of barroom sailors,
In need of good drink and fine company
To true our perceptions.
I get a tad concerned about that odd look
That sometimes creeps into your eyes--
That seems to mistake me for a pretty,
Upon waking each day
My first words to my heart always are
"Tell me all your news of