I knew a young girl turned from duckling to swan,
Walked home with her and agreed on a date,
Ne’er saw her again, I just hope she got on,
Got home, was grounded - for being too late,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

Another young girl, was just fresh from her home,
She took my body and then stole my soul,
For a while I was lost and was forced to roam,
Reputation gone and had lost my goal,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

The next young lady, she had stolen my heart,
We worked together and played for a while,
And at just the wrong time we were forced to part,
Her illness broke me and I fell a mile,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

Another young lady, I realised too late,
Mutual ambition, a joint path to take,
She found ambition, and left me to my fate,
I learned at that time, I’d made a mistake,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

A lady then more experienced than me,
Walked paths I was not sure I wanted to walk,
Confused I followed but not able to see,
Progress relies on ability to talk,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

Next was the lady, who was to be my wife,
She taught me to love, our hearts were entwined,
But for my true love, illness robbed her of life,
This time, forever, my life did unwind,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

I met someone new, giving what I had left,
Gave my heart and soul, risking all for her,
When she left, I was completely bereft,
Even among friends, there is no other,
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.

The children have grown, they have their lives to live,
Grandkids are growing, their kids will soon be,
Unconditional love, to all I do give,
But who will be there, to give it to me?
Things go wrong but the hurt mustn’t show.