GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music I. IMPROMPTUS by Solomon S. Drogin 107. Upon rereading a billet de deux In at two, up at half after five This week's joys must be made One cold foot, two drowsy eyes Yet three words to you would I rave Mind far from reality, it's somewheres Perhaps resting lightly on thy forehead Would I sing verses worthy of thee, my proncess That only I remember you, and forget the dead Steadily, drizzling, snowy rain to-day How seet is thy dream of me? E'en when thy brown hair turn gray Will I these three words whisper to thee Begone cold foot, awake sleepy eye The day with the elements in play begun Time now to work for a life A life by you and me to be spun.