(Includes an excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot – in italics)
I was once a young child
Desperate to find things good and mild
And never did I question their bad taste.
Years ago I was a teen
Desperate to be our high school’s prom queen
And always did I wonder was I liked.
Later on I was a mom
Desperate to be with children at my home
Whom I love with all my heart.
I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled
Power is all mine as these days part.