Lullaby Poem by Fred Babbin

Good night my love, good night
and let our dreams
remove us from our daily plight.
May we dream of lovely things
when we were twenty, seven and eleven
and always knew that
we would go to heaven

That was then, and now is now.
Our lives have taken many turns-how
changed from twenty, eleven and seven
when we were freer than we knew
when all we saw and thought was new,
but we'll remember in our dreams
and so forget the ringing of that bell
that tolls for thee.
So sleep well, my love, sleep well.