through a window I rewind my life

the words I never seemed to utter

dreams that turned to piles of dust

it's better to pull down the shutter

 

that's the woman I didn't marry, a

love affair left to wither and stutter

her tears fall like rain in the street

it's better to pull down the shutter

 

sins of youth that seemed so bland

echo down the hot concrete gutter

selfish schemes doomed to failure

it's better to pull down the shutter

 

to the busy street I mourn or brood

vague my mind drifts, I soft mutter

about those might have beens, yes

it's better to pull down the shutter

 

can't take my health for granted I'm

never far from a cough or splutter

there's that maid said she loved me

it's better to pull down the shutter

 

icy wind drives through the window

slices me like a knife through butter

memories damn these ancient veins

even though I pull down the shutter