In a little while from now
If I′m not feeling any less sour
I promise Myself to treat Myself
In an effort to make it clear to who
Left standing in the Lurch,
To think that only Yesterday
I was cheerful bright and gay
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock Me down
And without so much, As a mere touch
Cut Me into little pieces
Talk about God in His Mercy
Who if He really does exist
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
Never wishing to hide The Tears
And at sixty five years old
My Mother God rest Her Soul
Couldn't understand why the only Man
She had ever Loved had been taken
Leaving Her to start with a Heart