Evening Call

I had my fun, my fun had me
 And from beneath her parasol
 She says "goodbye, old used to be -
 Get ready for the evening call."
 She has grown cold, but how warm she was -
 The morning lawn writes history
 In lost high heels and empty cups
 Whose lipstick stains are kissing me.
 How chill the air, and my heart is poor.
 How low the sun, how high the wall.
 Sweet music drifting out my door
 Merges with the evening call.
 I had my fun, my fun had me.
 So slow she turns, and swaying goes
 To a young man beneath a shady tree
 Who there undoes her pretty clothes.