You were more than that, just getting old.

Unimpressive stat was a lie, you were told.

Looking more uninviting, yes, you so cold.

Silence the key that you bought and sold.

You’ve been here, and I fear not very well.

You don’t read, and you need things to sell.

There you lay, it’s not ok where you fell.

Silence is the key when you ring the bell.

Help? Yes, I need to hear you say.

Sorry, Sister, there is no other way.

Is it any wonder at the come what may?

Up to you. Might not seee another day.

You are just a photo on the fridge to me.

Beside the magnet. One you’ll never see.

Time is fleeting. Now is gone. No more we.

I often wonder. No, I don’t. I just be.