Old woman; at the end of her days
All alone in a nursing home she stays
Merely existing: barely alive
Slowly, silently; her mind decays
No family to speak of; no visitors to see
No children to adore you; dear love
Nothing left to live for; yet there is love to give...
A little baby; a toy; brings you so much joy
Memories returning of long days gone by
Your children in your arms: your eyes afire
Your heart; now in seclusion; you're reliving
All the joys you had been given; golden days
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