The swing I sat on when I was five Gave me the greatest pleasure I knew happiness as I swung Thinking life was leisure And the wind rushing against my face Promised that it would last Now I smile ruefully When I remember that swing from my past.
Life is cruel just as it is kind, And to be kind it needs to be cruel; Love, happiness, honour and beauty Are trapped in this unceasing duel. I used to love with gay abandon, Now caution dictates my every move In matters of life In matters of love.
I still wear my heart on my sleeve, Though I try harder to shield it, I have sharpened my brain with experience, And I have learnt to wield it. Years have passed and are passing still, I have lost those I loved and some have lost me, I have been touched and have been bruised, Each caress and weal I have stored in memory.
You see a part of me now, Perhaps I shall let you see the other sides of me, Perhaps you'll see the boy, with the wind on that swing, Perhaps the present or some future destiny; Through all of your judgement know this: Disregarding every shred of vanity, You never did, never will or hope to know, Another man quite like me.