Little Child

摘要

SCIENTISTS would know all or in part Just how the end of the world will start-Whether by a moment of blinding flash So quick in it's onset I am already ash Or if a discovery finally decoded Is summated in a cataclysm forboded-I may have time to raise my eyes At the tidal waves of falling skies Or perhaps I would long contemplate The fireworks of my unchangeable Fate-Now little child, you arrive to me For this week's chemotherapy-Gone are your curly locks of hair like the fur worn on your Teddy bear With experience you ask If you can have the IV instead of the mask You hate to go to sleep Each time Won't watch the drugs flow through the line And there you go-a dreamless sleep A time for mom and dad to weep The job is done It's time to wake The spark returns a moment it takes Bored already-it's time to go This: your world is all you know I move on to the next Just a little unsteady and wonder if the end Hasn't come already.