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The Last Days
© Copyright 1996 by J. Scott Iverson
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They put me here because I'm old.
For my own good, for my gold.
Old Woman comes 'n' makes the bed.
What is this pounding in my head?

Some days I might forget my name.
Mirror says to me, "I'm to blame."
Train whistle moans in my ear.
Someday they'll look an' I won' be here,

'Cause time keeps on slippin' from today.
World turns 'n' mem'ries fade away.

Old Woman spoons my evening meal.
What was her name?  Is she real?
Feel like a kid back at home.
My mommy's cryin' on the phone.

Then in a puff, it's all gone
'N' I'm lookin' down on someone.
Done with the life I used to know,
But who'll be my judge?  Do I stay or go?

Because it's all Here and Now.
Still, how I dread that Last Bow.
Still, how I dread that Last Bow.
Still, how I dread that Last Bow.

 


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