Classic Poem

Lights are bright,
Pianos making music all the night,
And they pour champagne just like it was rain.
It's a sight to see,
But I wonder what became of me.
Crowds go by,
That merrymaking laughter in their eye,
And the laughter's fine,
But I wonder what became of mine.
Life's sweet as honey
And yet it's funny,
I get a feeling that I can't analyze.
It's like, well, maybe,
Like when a baby
Sees a bubble burst before its eyes.
Oh, I've had my fling,
I've been around and seen most ev'rything,
Oh, I've had my thrills,
They've lit my cigarettes with dollar bills,
But I can't be gay,
For along the way
Something went astray.
And I can't explain,
It's the same champagne,
It's a sight to see,
But I wonder what became of me.