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 dumb,
Silent and mend.

Go out and grab at your life
And forget
You are poor, poor...
Mum.