| D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916. |
| |
| 31. Sorrow |
| |
| |
| WHY does the thin grey strand | |
| Floating up from the forgotten | |
| Cigarette between my fingers, | |
| Why does it trouble me? | |
| |
| Ah, you will understand; | 5 |
| When I carried my mother downstairs, | |
| A few times only, at the beginning | |
| Of her soft-foot malady, | |
| |
| I should find, for a reprimand | |
| To my gaiety, a few long grey hairs | 10 |
| On the breast of my coat; and one by one | |
| I let them float up the dark chimney. | |
| |
| |
