Someday

Every time I speak I seem to annoy you

Hear the comments about how someone else will

take care me when I am old

None want to hear me

No more visits

You are going to move far away

Perhaps a joke but it hurts

Don’t worry my time here is but a blink of an eye

Don’t worry the time quickly approaches when you will never have to list to me again

You will not take care of me when I am old I will off somewhere

You will be lucky to see me once a year

if I am even here

Perhaps I will never grow old

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