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.
We all suffer separation
Some more than others – I
A self-absorbed of long duration...
Even the Beatles are passé now
And memory of Sinatra fades
On flower power they’ve pulled the shades...
