Sweet Old Lady With the Oxygen Tank
sweet old lady with the oxygen tank
telling me stories with morals that i would never even think to think of
i keep her company at times when the pain of her regrets become too much
i keep her from relapsing on the addictive drug of herself
i do not dwell on her self damage
rather, i focus more on what she wants to do next
right now she wants to take a short walk down the sidewalk and back
together, we wave at everybody and make their day in some way
we then walk back home where you collapse on the sofa and eventually fall asleep
however this time you did not wake up
your stories will now become legends in every part of heaven
i will live my life by the sweet inspiration of you forever
you were like a blossoming flower inspiring me to bloom and grow
when god called you Home, it did not give me a blow
instead it gave me Hope for one day your memory will be on a mighty pedestal
sweet old lady with the oxygen tank
i breathe life for the long overdue preservation of you
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