Your beauty, somewhat tarnished now, br still outlines the joyous lass you were br those summers ago, when men stopped br in their tracks just to look at you. br br Oh, how cruel time can be. br Now the only recognition you receive is; br 'Mum, where's my football socks? ' br 'Mum, isn't dinner ready yet? ' br br Now you're mum. br When once you were darling. br Your sun set when he didn't take you br that way - any more. br So you lie beside him, remembering br how your passion rose with his.