15 September 2012
I sit here, in my high backed chair And watch the world go by Although my world is one small room A room in which I'll die
Sometimes some people visit me They say they're family But I never married or had children I don't know who they be
But they insist, they often come They seem to know my name It hurts that they could be so cruel As though love were a game
They often cry when they leave me Although I don't know why They ask me for my memories Of times that have gone by
And so I sometimes humour them Just to see their smile Knowing that they'll come again In just a little while
And so I sit here in my chair Alone, but I don't cry And as I wait, for the nurse I watch the world go by.
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Grandma • Opuss № I