It's Alright Ma

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Steady on, it's just an eclipse. Of the sun. And the back of noon has found me in Thomson's Bar with a newspaper. Truly one of the joys of life. Lighten up, Bob.