Beautiful Baby
Beautiful baby, there’s no doubt
It’ll be sad when the clock runs out
And you won’t be somebody’s pretty girl
Anymore
Beautiful lovers love you now
Where will they be when the sun goes down
On all those charms that make you what you are
Today?
Every blossom has to fade
Can you face it all alone?
Can you commit the perfect crime?
Can you steal back all those lost years
And do it all over again one more time?
Nobody leaves here the way they came in
The winners lose and the losers win
And that’s just simple justice
When the Piper’s been paid
Every blossom has to fade
So who will know
Who won the race or the fashion show?
And who will care
When all the lines in between are laid bare?
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1992. I had been rejected by younger women so many times because of my
age, that I felt moved to wrote this one on the vanity of youth.
At the time I was also reading a lot of history on he late
Roman Empire (always fascinated with the late Empire; don't ask me why).
I read about ancient graffitti unearthed in Pompeii — Fabius loves
Livia — and it made me think how consistently people fail to
understand that youth is just a flicker and means nothing in the greater
flow of time.
— Glen
Beautiful Baby