5:16 p.m. - 2004-03-18
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Ode to an Old Woman
1
Simply sitting between the arms of a chair,
I slowly fall into your heavenly eyes,
Through the urn I see the flowers in your hair
The pastels bring your pale face to life,
I see you just as I saw you six years ago,
And I see your husband with out a wife
The hues of spring fade the skies we all know,
Yet with your absence the flowers die,
It creates in me an abundance of midnight woes
Weeds grow in the back, up to the sky,
Small buds start to blossom on the apricot tree,
The garden misses your skills, it won’t deny
I see the reasons for your shortly announced leave,
My only wish is that you would remember me.
2
With age does come a variety of sicknesses,
I saw you in that home of the soon to die,
And I brought you my precious sentiments,
Romantic eyes meander as you sit and lie,
Every way they go I follow along,
You said otherwise, but you are no longer mine
The player plays your sweet Hawaiian song,
While the one you love just sits and listens,
He yells, “It’s not true, they must be wrong!”
The sight of you causes watery eyes to glisten,
We stare a the old wedding picture,
But you left your husband, sons and grandchildren
I hope for you heaven, I wish I new for sure,
If I see you up there, it’s my sorrow you will cure.
