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Who Cares?

You look at me through steely eyes
As just someone to be despised
A vacant shell to leave and ignore
Caring for me is just a chore

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A job you do with no affection
Avoiding my looks in your direction
Well I may no longer be young and free
And my body not as able as it used to be

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Just because my eyes are weak
And my bowels are sometimes prone to leak
Doesn't mean my feelings are dead
I have heard the words that you have said

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I had a good life when I was younger
Living it to the full with passion and hunger
And if I could do it all again
There's nothing that I'd like to change

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You see I've done everything I wanted to
And tales to be told there are a few
You don't care that I lived a life
And fathered children with a loving wife

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Now I'm old and my wife is dead
And memories are scrambled in my head
Grown up children from the nest have flown
I feel trapped in this room all alone

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Unable to care for myself anymore
Waiting for you to open my door
Continued abuse day after day
For this I worked all my life to pay

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© A S May 2014

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