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A Senior's Day

Usually you're all alone When there's ringing on your phone An early call that makes you moan Just wish it was a dial tone You grab the phone Press to your ear Hello who's there? You calm your fear A neighbor's voice comes on the line You know at once Things are not fine What will she say? This voice today What gives you dread? Is someone sick? Is someone dead? The news you hear will make you sad You know it will It's always bad And so you hear the tragic tale Another friend You start to pale The call ends soon Someone who once enjoyed her wealth She seemed to have the best of health One minute she was doing great Then death became her sudden fate No more to say Another call That changed your day The phone's back now Back on the wall Who'll call next Who's next to fall?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 3/3/2015 9:43:00 AM
Losing your friends is a sad state of affairs when you are old, as both hubby and I are. We celebrated our 60th Anniversary last July. We are now the eldest persons still alive in both families. Our siblings think we're amazing, and our kids think we're losing it. I think a bit of both is the truth of it.
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