Jane Vandoe Poet Lyric

Central Park South

Someones Grandma on a bench
I passed her everyday
Sharing the crumbs she begged for
With every passing stray
Once I heard her mumble
'Someone killed my Kitty'
I don't want to get lost in
New York City

All of the things she used to love
Were written on her face
Laughter and song were everything
Another time and place
A place where in her dreams
She still was pretty
I don't want to get lost in
New York City

Grandma wasn't on her bench
When I passed by today
Her shopping cart of dreams was there
But she had slipped away
And I cried because I knew
She found her kitty
I don't want to get lost in
New York City

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