We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. <br />You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing <br />As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .' <br />Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only, <br />'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .' <br /> <br />You say: 'We sit and talk, of things important . . . <br />How many others like ourselves, this instant, <br />Mark the pendulum swinging against the wall? <br />How many others, laughing, sip their coffee
