Hope
Hope.
Looking out my window,
What do you think I see.
Another little window,
with someone looking at me.
I am old and withered,
they are young and free.
I wish they would get bolder,
and come and talk to me.
I know this must sound silly,
but so lonely age can be.
But someone just to talk to
would oh so comfort me.
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