Little John, you fret so much. What will be will be
We do not know what the future holds, or if we can be free
You are too talented to be here, your gift is wasted I know
If we aspire to better things, perhaps we’ll get a chance to go
I could not cope without you, do not leave me here alone
The walls inside this building are our only chance of a home
Have you never thought of marriage, having a decent woman on your arm?
Your face has changed, you have turned pale. Did I cause you some alarm?
Do not tell me you are ugly, we are young and you are shy
But time is on your side, John. You will spread your wings and fly
John, you have a friend here; you can always rely on me
Events might turn reality upside down. Let us wait and see.
© Sophie Bowns 2011-2016