When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greeting, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm sixty-four.
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Terry Johnson's writings, poetry and musings about Ezra Pound, Wyndham Lewis, Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, T.S. Eliot and other luminaries of the literary and poetry worlds across Europe, Asia and America.
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