Needn't Say a Thing

Of these many miles that do but oppress That stain and fray our common threads And of the indescribable moments between Sleep and wakefulness, life and dream You needn't say a thing Of the volumes and volumes left for the shelves The clever instruments learned so very well And of the firey topics, hotly discussed The iron-clad deals left for the rust No no, you needn't say a thing And of the mighty mountain now brought low The painted rubble and the well-staged show Of the chance and lives squandered callously Of our missteps and these remedies There there, my dear, you needn't say a thing