I know I’m poor;
We’ve been over this before.
One day I’ll come into money and we will make those changes surely.
Days and nights will intertwine, ours the next house on the line.
And when that surge comes with the power, the dark of night will be devoured.

I know I’ve had
A moment called a watershed.
My childhood, well, it ended then;
My second one could not begin.
For fifty years or twice my life, you’ve lit up the darkest night.
No city sought or stole your love.
You both gave it all to us. You lit up the night.