Would you still love me, Honey? If I just let it all be, Lovely?
I think someone is whistling; a tune of longing falls on deaf ears, but maybe I could remember...?
Momma used to say, "Honey-" My ears; not as deaf as they are now, could hear, "-we ain't got no money, but you, you are still my lovely-"
-too bad I've forgotten those words since: But even if it seems to take forever, I promise I ain't that hard to convince- -That life is, in fact, a worthy endeavor.