THE BORG
27-06-2001, 18:16
See the old woman with the snow white hair, that you wake up each day and sit in a chair,
how does she pass the hours each day waiting for time to slip away
She sits looking at her work worn hands, muttering words no one understands, all you see is her wrinkled skin, do you ever wonder about the woman within?
Your bored with her talk of years long ago, ask her what day it is and she doesn’t know.
Life once was so full of joys & dreams, she had them all, lover, mother, sister friend she has been
So look beyond her wrinkled skin listen to the woman within, no one can keep old age at bay
She was once like you, only yesterday
Janice
how does she pass the hours each day waiting for time to slip away
She sits looking at her work worn hands, muttering words no one understands, all you see is her wrinkled skin, do you ever wonder about the woman within?
Your bored with her talk of years long ago, ask her what day it is and she doesn’t know.
Life once was so full of joys & dreams, she had them all, lover, mother, sister friend she has been
So look beyond her wrinkled skin listen to the woman within, no one can keep old age at bay
She was once like you, only yesterday
Janice