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