"Be good,"
And I am filled with confusion
Singed with pain
Filled with fear
For what good
Is implied in that allusion
When your stain
I hold so dear?
I was good!
T'was not delusion:
Did I not return again,
And without a sneer?
We were good!
And, in conclusion,
My tears fell like summer rain
And no one to hold me here
It is not good -
This old contusion
Held a mem'ry in my brain,
I must let go of this arrear
So I'll be good
And find some fusion
Such that this loss does not me drain,
Such that love is my engineer
