Life and Existence

Birth, and copulation, and death.

Birth, and copulation, and death.

Midnight shakes the memory

Yet we have gone on living,

I grow old … I grow old …

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

An alien people clutching their gods.

I had seen birth and death

I had seen birth and death

This is the way the world ends

Here we go round the prickly pear

We are the hollow men.

Here I am, an old man in a dry month

What we call the beginning is often the end

What we call the beginning is often the end

We shall not cease from exploration

We shall not cease from exploration

This is the death of air.

Ash on an old man’s sleeve

The communication

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,

Human kind

Footfalls echo in the memory

Footfalls echo in the memory