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