I heard a song,
in a mellifluous tune,
when I was woebegone.
It was serendipitous and dulcet,
with an impact that was lifelong.
When I was an ingenue,
I saw a harbinger,
who retold the fables,
of the felicitous future.
Standing at the offing,
I breathed a sigh of relief,
for I was not
the only time thief.