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more for folk...Anxious in the NightOld cobwebs trap moonlight in the cornervermin hide in the hallway heating ventcome winter they crawl in where it's warmerand regret and I split the gas and rentspiders watch my opera from the ceilinglike critics in a boxseat balconydoubt and whiskey form a desp'rate feelingin a lost and lonely alchemyand floorboards creak and curtains billowshadows creep and sometimes bitewhere I'm wakeful on my pillowand anxious in the nightthe moon is bone without joint or marrowboth ace and deuce serve fate in ev'ry deckmy spirit is a sad November sparrowsoon to leave its nest in this lonesome speckI've loved with lust and loved sincerelyall gave warmth when nights were cold and crispbut whether I held them false or dearlytheir hearts were each a will o' the wispnow the wind is a weeping celloleaves dance graceful and lightwhile I'm wakeful on my pillowand anxious in the nightmidnight whippoorwills sing a wistful medleythen silence strikes up a blue serenadethe march of mem'ries is slow and deadlyas clockhands wave at my teardrop paradeyet decay taught my dreams to be truthfulfor rust tells a tale more honest than goldcos wasted years belong to the youthfuland knowing that belongs to the oldnow hoot owls watch from haunted willowsthey spy mice and then take flightwhile I'm still wakeful on my pillowand anxious in the night(c)2006 Robert George