Where does she fit???
On the bench is where she will sit
What's going on she just doesn't get
Been tender loyal loving and the rest
Making sure things are at there best
From outside others seem to judge
Yet to help no one will budge
Thinking that she is not safe alone
She should be in some kind of community home
Into their life style she once fit
But now that she is older there's less give a sh#&
She longer cares about looks ego or pride
But she's still living hasn't yet died
So don't think she's worried what others think or say
Doesn't need drama would rather just walk away
She may need a little hand now and then
Something we all need in the beginning and in the end !!!
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2025
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