Damn Damn
Damn Damn
I've grown
Accustomed to
Her face
She almost makes
The day begin
I've grown
Accustomed
To the tune
She whistles
Night and noon
Her smiles
Her frowns
Her ups
Her downs
Are second nature
To me now
Like breathing out
And breathing in
I was serenely
Independent and
Content
Before we met
Surely
I could always
Be that way again
And yet I've grown
Accustomed
To her looks
Accustomed to
Her voice
Accustomed to
Her face
I can see her now
Mrs. Freddy
Eynsford-Hill
In a wretched
Little flat
Above a store
I can see her now
Not a penny
In the till
And a bill collector
Beating at the door
She'll try to teach
The things
I taught her
And end up selling
Flowers instead
Begging for her
Bread and water
While her husband
Has his breakfast
In bed
In a year or so
When she's
Prematurely grey
And the blossom
In her cheek
Has turned to chalk
She'll come home
And lo
He'll have upped
And run away
With a social
Climbing heiress
From New York
Poor Eliza
How simply frightful
How humiliating
How delightful
How poignant
It will be on that
Inevitable night
When she hammers
On my door
In tears and rags
Miserable and lonely
Repentant and
Contrite
Will I let her in
Or hurl her
To the wolves
Give her kindness
Or the treatment
She deserves
Will I take her back
Or throw
The baggage out
I'm a most
Forgiving man sort
Never could
Ever would
Take a position
And staunchly
Never budge
just a most
Forgiving man
But I shall never
Take her back
If she were crawling
On her knees
Let her promise
To atone
Let her shiver
Let her moan
I will slam the door
And let the hellcat
Freeze
Marry Freddy
Ha
But I'm so used to
Hear her say
"Good morning"
Every day
Her joys her woes
Her highs her lows
Are second nature
To me now
Like breathing out
And breathing in
I'm very grateful
She's a woman and
So easy to forget
Rather like a habit
One can always
Break and yet
I've grown
Accustomed to
The trace
Of something
In the air
Accustomed to
Her face