His voice like no other
His eyes a fresh sparkle
His being glowed 'the warmth of a spring sunlight
He took the center stage that morning
And everyone knew a new Star was born

Fussed over by one and all
He lived a regal life, second to none
Drank n slept most of the time...
...Most of the time there was little else to be done

His full throated solos were heard loud and clear
Often keeping his audience helpless and spellbound

But right now those tiny hands n tiny feet were locked up in a deep sleep
Tired by antics and fed to the brim,
His mother held him close and whispered to his soul -
"Sleep well my Boy...
...You have a long way to go"