Mama Told Me... 6.0

Adedayo My Son,
Every clapping of the windows
Was the music of the nights;
Every jamming of the door I did
Prevented darkness from sharing the inner light 
Of your little chamber - Your Cute Baby Cot;

Now the windows are Old,
They no longer clap;
And I can't jam the door like before,
I guess I'm done with my lap!
For what goes a round will never come a square,
Take the baton, it's your turn boy.

theBARDboy
Jahismine