I have been a problematic twenty eight year old man.
A common problem.
I lived at the same time with a problematic twenty eight year old woman.
I have observed . . . dozens of other people
Early in their fifth seven year cycle,
Ending their relationships of partnership
rather than changing them.
Having "trouble" with their IDENTITY,
What is it? Who am I? What am I?
To whom?

Prob'ly always has been hard to be
A twenty eight year young woman with a family.
A common problem isn't any easier.
Who am I? And what? Heads full of ideas,
Publicly supported in theory. Deservedly.
And it's hard to be the man . . . living with such a woman,
Having his private crisis at the same time.
Just as hard, I think, to be the man,
But unfashionable to say so. . . . Pardon me.

Getting our cumuppance. Remember us?
Oh yes, you remember. Definately.
Getting our cumuppance. See you when we're thirty three.
We all have an indentity. Remember? Ah yes, you remember.
Cumuppancee me sometime. Come up and see me.
Come and see. . .

I have been a problematic twenty eight year old.
What is it? Who am I? Who are you?
I thought you were going.
Pardon me, if my slip is showing.
Pardon all of us, while our identities are growing.