Poor Mum - Molly Drake

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 mum

Go out and grab at your life

And forget

You are poor, poor…

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