browne, jackson
the only child
boy of mine as your fortune comes to carry you down the line and you watch as the changes unfold and you sort among the stories you've been told if some pieces of the picture are hard to find and the answers to your questions are hard to hold take good care of your mother when you're making up your mind should one thing or another take you from behind though the world may make you hard and wild and determine how your life is styled when you've come to feel that you're the only child take good care of your brother let the disappointments pass let the laughter fill your glass let your illusions last until they shatter whatever you might hope to find among the thoughts that crowd your mind there won't be many that ever really matter but take good care of your mother and remember to be kind when the pain of another will serve you to remind that there are those who feel themselves exiled on whom the fortune never smiled and upon whose life the heartache has been piled they're just looking for another lonely child and when you've found another soul who sees into your own take good care of each other