Few things I regret
But those I do wrack me,
one was
Not saying thank you
When we met by chance
The last time in a backwood;
I should I could
Have just said
Thank you, for the picture
You hung for us to dream on
Resolute Harold after Stamford Bridge
And what you told me when I was only eight
"Young Walker do not forget
The Greeks", never I promise you
And the ruins also of aspiration
Efharisto is it Greek for thank you.
But those I do wrack me,
one was
Not saying thank you
When we met by chance
The last time in a backwood;
I should I could
Have just said
Thank you, for the picture
You hung for us to dream on
Resolute Harold after Stamford Bridge
And what you told me when I was only eight
"Young Walker do not forget
The Greeks", never I promise you
And the ruins also of aspiration
Efharisto is it Greek for thank you.