My aging age has brought a challenge They think my mind is now beyond their range Yet, I continue living hopefully For, they are mine, and I am theirs
She thinks, He thinks
My aging age has brought a challenge They think my mind is now beyond their range Yet, I continue living hopefully For, they are mine, and I am theirs
I wondered whose little kids were these And how could their mothers be at peace Having left them alone to survive Causing their motherhood a deprive Were they cruel, were they unjust? Were they dead or bowed to painful thrust?