It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
I had greatness thrust upon me
When I came to Plat du Jour
I would not have laid odds on me...
Though seasons turn it shan’t be hard
To see those last years out
Must find things different, catch them starred...
