Jane
"Is that you Jane?"
(An old woman's voice from room 12A,
echoing down the hall.)
The room is cold,
and I feel old.
Lord,
kindly send
one young woman
that can see...
that one day she will be
just like me.
I have lived a life worth living,
the good parts and the bad.
The memories both,
happy and sad.
Now I am here,
at the last...
the world still moving
way too fast.
I can not take care of myself,
anymore,
but my daughter
is gone
... all wrong,
in the song.
It is the way of the day,
to leave tradition behind,
to let their own light shine.
Yet in the end, it will send
a message echoing back...
and no one
at all will care
anymore.
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