28

twenty eight;
a baby boy in my arms, a degree in hand,
twenty eight;
and he'll have a degree in his hand, a sweetheart by his side.
we repeat, only better, my mother had her degree in her hands
at thirty nine, we move faster in this new generation, and our faces
show the fatigue, he looked so tired tonight.
we all finished our chocolate cake and drifted off our chairs
towards bed,
28, a good year to have done so much,
56, double the fun.