Friday, May 21, 2010


Where have you been, my Constantine?
Its 1a.m. the night is lean
And I have worn my heart to shreds
I could not sleep in any beds
For you are only seventeen
Where have you been, my Constantine?

Oh mother dear, you need not fear
Have you forgotten thus the year?
When you were but a maiden fair
In love with life and the night air
Do you remember seventeen?
As you ask, where have you been?

The mother smiled at her dear child
Darling tis but a short wee while
Since I was a young girl like you
Inclined to do the things you do
And that is why, dear Constantine
I fret and sigh, where have you been?

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Janet Martin

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