Such a lot of things I'd do,
The books I'd read
The shows I'd see!
I'd sip long galleries
Of half-forgotten pleasures.
He went to school, the youngest,
Not big enough to tie his shoes,
School case in his chubby grip,
Smiling, eager, new...I sit and
Silence creeps about uncluttered rooms.
In a gallery full of fine art
My heart goes off the chart
My hair isn’t long
but I’m pretty strong
I'd love to haul it off in a cart
In the hearts many chambers
Stored away are museums
Cherished moments giving love...
Receiving amour