Webber was a Knoxville native and the son of the late Clay and Jettie Webber. They laughed when I told them soon we'd need an upgrade,īut tomorrow I plan to quit and do social work. Alvin WebberKnoxville, tnAlvin 'Bud' Webber, age 82 of Knoxville, passed away on Thursday, June 18, 2015. It's the third time this week our stupid server's gone down, Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.' The bed is open the tooth-brush hangs on the wall, The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair, Gripped the end of a stick which I held him. I could see nothing behind that child's eye. Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay. 'Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter, Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door WeberApFebruary 27,02016CarmelCarmel Highlands photographer Al Weber died February 27, 2016. If you touch me you’ll understand what happiness is,. When the dawn comes, tonight will be memory too,īurnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning,Ī street lamp dies, another night is over, - another day is dawning. Someone mutters, the street lamp gutters, and soon it will be morning. I remember the time I knew what happiness was,Įvery street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet, Memory Lyrics are based on “Rhapsody on a Windy Night” and “Preludes” which although among Eliot's writing, were imported into Cats and are not part of Possum’s Book of Practical Cats IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII If you ask me you’ll understand necessity calls Time disperses all fat purses, the contrast appals,įuture errance is sad circumstance, unmasked is surface romance ! Time encircles the stalls and circles, silence, footloose, heavy falls! No more floor dance, no performance, the cast is cast askance, The band’s echo hesitantly once again recalls, If you ask me you’ll understand necessity promptsĭespite spotlights only echoes haunt the empty stalls, Of full-house pounce bounce - turn life's page ! Time encircles plush stalls, box, circles, 1 day ago &0183 &32 FDNY member whose first day was 9/11 reflects on 22 years since attack 06:53. Phantom band wave hesitantly once again recalls, Where gaze stage-struck saw hearts swim. Despite spotlights only echoes haunt empty stalls,Ĭircle spins round as retirement strikes now.
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