My patchwork quilt

I am a patchwork quilt

A mixed up here today gone tomorrow

Kind of guy

One day up next day down

Birth turns to young, young turns to adolescence,

Adolescence to maturity, maturity to middle-age,

Middle age to old age, and old age old

Doctor Death itself

Today I feel sad tomorrow happy

Making love to sonorous jazz

Getting angry to chimes of freedom

As my woman howls and leaves me

Alone again in my patchwork

Quilt

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