Bürstner Speaks (II)

I was six or seven at the time - my parents pulled me to the side:
"Bürstner," they said, "How do we explain; you have something living inside.

No one knows when you will lie down, pushing Baby out onto the ground;
We don't have a date to look for: ten months, two years - maybe even more.

We know that it's hard to understand, Bürstner, but you need to know now.
Think always on Baby, eat right; he's your little life within a life."

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It would be a lie to say that after fourteen years it all makes sense;
Baby hasn't come and so I watch the horses, swinging on the fence.



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Writer(s): Paul Sauerteig
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