OLD WOMAN
The sun shines dimley throuth battered shutters
Them shutters been hanging there for ni'on fifty years
It's gonna be lonely around here
Daddy died this morning, somewhere about three o'clock
Them's suppose to be dead mans hours
We been married fifty four years, it's hell getting old
The youngins tell me I got to get a lot done today
Signing papers, buying a casket and buying flowers
Seems like they'd take it easy on an old widder woman like me
I think about kissin a dead man
I don't want too, it gives the chills
I surley will be glad when this is over.
K J LOWE
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