Come rest your head, child, fall asleep
Dream your childhood end has gone;
Push out thoughts in a flaming boat -
— in the next life, you'll be  strong.

Your men, picked out from club cheap trays
Buoyant, you hope they'll keep you afloat.
But when they reveal their  own-centred ways
— Defer indecision, come weep.

Project your blame, we show you your ways
Unknown to you, we keep you afloat.
Soak up care, responsibility  strays
— Delaying the need to be strong.

The life you crave, those men are all gone
Bereaved of self: Revealed, you weep.
Alas, before you slip the next  boat
— Tend your child asleep.

- Simon Huggins, 27th December 2001