Oh, baby, baby it's a wild world

Paul loved Cat Stevens, as evidenced by the following poem.

Cat Stevens Then and Now

As I walked up the stairs I heard Cat Stevens singing

the familiar words of his song, “Morning has Broken,”

and there I was back in 1973

in our old gray Chrysler station wagon

with the fake wood trim red-leather seats,

and Paul was sitting in the back,

belting out the words with him. He was only two then,

still clutching his green stuffed turtle for dear life

as we drove along.

His fat cheeks were rosy red, his blonde hair

cut like an upside-down cereal bowl around his face.

Then I return to this day and my table at the

westside mall where the lunch crowd

is beginning to gather not knowing or caring how I grieve

for the chubby little boy sitting in his car seat

when so little made him happy