It’s nine in the morning.
I don’t recall the year.
Matters not the year.
What matters is the fear!
I came a visitor,
Traveling past my nephews to share
A moment with them for me to stop and see
And stopped unexpectedly there
Surprised them the night before
To stay just the one night
Then off again feeling quite happy,
Quite happy and quite free.
But, now, it’s nine in the morning.
My nephew and his wife have gone to work,
in their basement apartment