Let me be your sunshine in your time of rain
Let me be your comfort, let me ease your pain
Let me be your courage when all you feel is fear
Let me be your reasoning when thoughts are less than clear

Let me lend my shoulder to lean on when you're weak
Let me be your lips to help you when you speak
Let me be your light when everywhere looks dark
Let me be your fire, let me be your spark.

Let me be your first, let me be your last
Let me be your future, let me be your past
Let me be the only one to walk with you through life
Let me be your lover, let me be your wife

Can you forgive me, can you forget?
If I take back the words I regret
If I undo the pain that I caused
Can we return to the life that I paused?

Can you afford me just one more chance?
Can we rekindle our fading romance?
Can we be lovers for just one more night?
Can we not argue, can we not fight?

Can we believe that all is not lost?
Can we remember when first our paths crossed?
Can we remember when love was so blind?
Can we go back to the times we were kind?

Write me a poem, sing me a song
Hum me a tune and I'll hum along.
Tell me you love me, lie if you must
Don't shatter my dreams or crush them to dust.

Laugh at my jokes, say I look nice
Help with my coat, look at me twice.
Linger around when I'm all alone
When we are together, don't answer your phone.

Make feel young again, pretty once more
Make my heart flutter when you walk in the door.
Ask how I'm feeling am I happy or sad?
Lonely, downhearted, hopeless or mad?

Let me remember the Us I once knew
When days were all sunshine and the sky was so blue
Let me remember the perfect duet
That we were back then, don't let me forget.

I quite often wonder
At night when I'm in bed
Why lots of stupid, silly things
Go racing through my head
Things that wouldn't trouble me
At all when its daylight, but suddenly
All hell breaks loose when I turn off the light.

I worry about the pain I have in my right big toe
Is it cancer? Is it gout? Will it have to go?
I lie and fret and fuss about things I've said and done
Not recent things I might add but in nineteen ninety-one
Then the dreaded guilt kicks in and cuts me like a knife
Was I a perfect mother, daughter, sister, wife?

My head is fit for bursting now I can't take it anymore
The clock shines bright beside me it's only half-past four!
And then I start to think about what causes this each night
Too much coffee? Too much wine? No more drinking after nine!
And then a sliver of light shines through, the sunlight starts to spread
I feel much calmer, more serene now the night is dead.

This year I turned sixty
So what? you might say
It's only a number, just one more day.
But sixty is old it makes me feel sad
I want to recapture the years that I had.
I long to go back at least one decade
And let me undo the mistakes that I made.
I'd take back the words I'd spoken in haste
And relive the moments I let go to waste.
I'd sit with my parents and listen when they
Told me about their long boring day
And when the time came for me to depart
I'd hug them and hold them and leave them my heart.

This year I turned sixty
So What? You might say
It's only a number just one more day
But that day I felt happy, joyful and glad
No time to feel bitter, angry and sad.
I looked back on times and memories made
Old photos of family and places we stayed
There's nothing I'd change, no regrets to be had
Just memories of good times of that I am glad.
So when you turn sixty don't cry or be glum
Because I believe the best's yet to come.
So when you look up at your lucky star
Be thankful and grateful that you've come this far.

One night after wining and dining
He said he thought we should try
'For a baby, it will be awesome
And your clock is ticking on by'

I looked at him very intently
Like madness had taken his mind
Why would he want a baby?
Why would he be so inclined?

'A guy on 'Montel' says he had one
he says its the best thing he's done
It's like your whole life has rebooted
And a more exciting one has begun'

Well I think I was quite bowled over
It hadn't been high on my list
I mean babies are fine in small doses
But they're not something I'd say I had missed

But here we are nine months later
Panting and pushing like hell
I blame the wine and the oysters
And he blames the guy on 'Montel'

I'm tired of this face of mine
I think I'll have to change it
I'll plump my lips, slim my chin
Debag my eyes and smooth my skin.
My ears are fine but what the heck
I'll pin them back then check my neck
It looks a little loose and slack
I'll have it nipped and tucked right back.
Then I will peruse my chest
It's not too bad but not its best.
I think that I might see a surgeon
Go up a cup size watch it burgeon.
And then of course there is my waist
Once so shapely, perfectly placed
Now its wider with more fat
Never mind I'll fix that.
I'll give up wine and cigarettes
I'll join a gym and work up sweats.
My legs need shaved, toenails need cut
Then that's me done from head to foot
But you know its just a fable
I'll lay my cards out on the table
I may be tired of the same old me
But why change now? I'm ninety three