When I Was Your Age, If A

Our Eyes Met In The Math Class. How Were We To Know That Trigonometry Would Lead To Matrimony?

If Your Life's At A Juncture And You Need To Think About Things, There's Nowhere Better Than Home. However Old You Are.

It's Just The Way Things Are. And You Can't Dwell On What Might Have Been. You Have To Look At What Is.

It's A Girl. It's A Little Girl, With Scrunched-up Petal Lips And A Tuft Of Dark Hair And Hands In Tiny Fits, Up By Her Ears. All That Time, That's Who Was In There. And It's Weird, But The Minute I Saw Her I Just Thought: It's You. Of Course It Is.

Ok. Don't Panic. Don't Panic. It's Only A Visa Bill. It's A Piece Of Paper; A Few Numbers. I Mean, Just How Scary Can A Few Numbers Be?