Joseph Peters Poet I do not know?

Truly... Being There

And... in the good times and the bad,
for richer and poorer
and... in sickness and in health
until death do we part...

Mere utterance in a moments passion
for what could possibly go wrong.
Why we're in sync with so much in common,
Duh!  We even share the same song.

I'm home from work, no time to eat.
Visiting hours six to eight.
What do I bring, how do I look?
Oh, hurry Pam you don't want to be late.

Shock Treatment No!!!
No... he doesn't remember yesturday.
In fact,
He can't remember a lot of yesturdays.

I'm home from work, no time to eat.
Visiting hours six to eight.
What do I bring, how do I look?
Oh, hurry Pam you don't want to be late.

You'll be fine at home!!!
We'll get by.
I'll just stack those bills...
until they reach the sky.

I'm home from work, no time to eat.
Visiting hours six to eight.
What do I bring, how do I look?
Oh, hurry Pam you don't want to be late.

Another treatment, a brand new pill;
like an angel of God she come down from above.
You promised to stay; I believe you will.
thank you for being there, thank you for your love.

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