I am looking for a pome that starts out. What's the use of talking when you'er stony broke and walking and them shoes upon your feet are not your own. If anyone can fill in the rest I would appreiciate it.
Found this, supposed to be (part of ?) a traditional Australian toast:
"But what's the use of talking when you're stony broke and walking,
And the tucker bag is empty and the fish refuse to bite?".
Thank you Marian I also found the Australian toast . The Veteran who I am searching this poem for says Thank you but that was not the way he rememberd it. We will keep on trying. Thank You.
looking for a pome called "Endless Love" I belive the last line is "and I'll call your name with my last breath." my dad copied it for my mom sometime after 1972.
It could be this one from Henry Rollins:
"To me you are more than a woman. You are a creature of beauty, a creation of a higher order. I will die knowing that no one will ever love you as I have loved you all these years. I will now attempt to say your name with my last breath."
- from Solipsist by Henry Rollins