Nary a Thought
When Harry once sang of that swinging feline,
Nary a thought at the time that the song could be mine;
Promotions, money, ego were all I could see,
Nary a thought that my child wouldn't recognize me.
When Big Brother sang of others' yards so green,
Nary a thought by me as to what he could mean.
Is the row we hoe really that hard
That we really must have what's in the other lad's yard?
Time now has passed while gain I have made,
Money, indeed, but gold of what shade?
Does the luster not fade near my little one's smile?
Does it not disappear when I'm hugged for a while?
Decades gone by now and more money yearly,
Nary a thought, nary a thought. it's cost me so dearly.
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