Play the blame game again.
What you say makes my head spin.
How long do we try?
Always easier, we say good bye.
We can go around and around.
Will the answer ever be found?
The white hair lady won't let go of life.
She was a grandmother, mother, and once a wife.
Could it be the shot of vodka or glass of wine?
Considered fortunate but on borrowed time.
Words she believes in with every breath.
Bitterness keeps her not ready for death.
Time is now to take responsibility.
Start living up to your ability.
Look at it in a different light.
Stubborn, we are not ready to give up the fight.
Have you considered doing what was told?
The blame game gets old.
Richard Orszulak 5/17/2011