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  OLD WOMAN 
I am the old woman who lives in a shoe
I have so many children telling me what to do
Some are twenty, thirty, forty and fifty too
but to hear them all screaming you'd think they were two

Tattling and fighting, yelling, squawking, all through the night
arguing the same thing over and over until its daylight
Demanding, exclaiming that they are always right
always blaming the other no matter their plight

Spinning in circles no resolution to be found
the chaos unfolding just keeps me homebound
Enlarging their problems keeping others spellbound
They can't seem to focus it goes round and round

Lying and stealing, and cheating, they all accuse 
The one whose accusing always has an excuse
Pointing the finger at others a tactic they use
Sick of the tantrums you become a recluse

They can't see the problem its all one big game
to see how much more they can milk from the old dame
They all want control of the shoe it's so lame
Tying the shoelace is driving me insane

Teaching these children each eyelet has a price
You can't skip one over it isn't deemed nice
Each hole you lace through is another bill to be paid
to lace through each one means more money must be made

Thoughts can't be gathered the frenzy causing delays
Old Mother those children are too old to relate
That they are responsible for divining their own fate
Promises are broken they can't really correlate

Old womans not their mother and wants a clean slate
The banshees are furious they don't want to pay
No understanding without old woman paving the way
the shoe will soon crumble and to dust, it will fade

So come on spoiled brats scream your lives away
Yell louder this is a cycle that's hard to escape
The shoe is the prison their own minds did create 
Stop blaming and pay the house a fair rate

Listen before the old woman gets up and runs away
Kick rocks she tells them now to pay their own way
They scream louder when she turns the other way
Took her for granted but she was first not second rate

The years fall to the side as she leaves you to your fate
the vision of youth returning will soon resonate
Old Woman kicks her shoes off without delay
Now a young woman she turns her back and walks away
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