A happiness remembered
in a dream:
A baby on my shoulder, nodding off,
Emitting little noises
and a warmth
And sweetness like no
other thing on earth;
As I sing every song I know, and try
To turn each one into
a lullaby.
And then on waking
suddenly, the shock,
Of finding that the
baby is a man.
I plan and scheme in every way I can
I plan and scheme in every way I can
But there’s no way of
turning back the clock.
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