At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's <br />We drank our liquor straight, <br />Some went upstairs with Margery, <br />And some, alas, with Kate; <br />And two by two like cat and mouse <br />The homeless played at keeping house. <br /> <br />There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend, <br />And Marion, cow-eyed, <br />Opened their arms to me but I <br />Refused to step inside; <br />I was not looking for a cage <br />In which to mope my old age. <br /> <br />The nightingales are sobbing in <br />The orchards of our mothers, <br />And hearts that we broke long ago <br />Have long been breaking others; <br />Tears are round, the sea is deep: <br />Roll them overboard and sleep.<br /><br />WH Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-master-and-boatswain/
