write your dream of fame
on a piece of paper
look at it hard
then put it in the bin

the dream only works
if you put the craft in
day by day fame grows thin
it’s only art that’s the thing

my small world was real
I lived my lucky life
in spaces with fine people
I look back in grace

say thank you for the thread
of the life you’ve lead
the walls that contained you
and the spirit of the place

I look back in grace