Untitled (There is a forbidden fruit)
There is a Forbidden Fruit
Of that you may be sure
It grows on many different trees
Something that you will want terribly bad
That always evades you. And you say
If I had that I would be fulfilled.
And you never know all the time
About the invisible Guardian Angel
Who pushes the branch aside at the crucial moment -
Somebody enters the room
Or you fall ill
Or you miss the bus -
This is all the doing of your Guardian Angel.
Then some unlucky day all incidents
Co-ordinate into a perfect moment
You get what you want whatever it is
And are cast down into Eternal Torment.
I know what I am talking about.