The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
There’s all the plays I never wrote
And all the parts I didn’t play
No screenplays either I must say...
Though I’m under the spell
Of you when young, my life’s best half,
It still may not be well...
