Poor Mum

Poor mum

Poor mum

After a lifetime of dreaming

Poor mum

Poor mum

Whatever became of your scheming

Nothing worked out in the way that you planned

Nothing was quite as you thought

Try very hard not to misunderstand

Joy as it flies cannot be caught

Poor mum

Poor mum

Where did you take a wrong turning

Poor mum

Poor mum

Pack up that last little yearning

Pack it away with the books and the toys

Silent and bound

Silent and mend

Go out and grab at you life and forget

You are poor, poor mum