What were previously enchanting eyes
Are now tired and glassy
Her graceful movements of old
Have now become slow and stiff
Her angelic voice of yore
Is now hoarse and strained
Her fear of being
Unloved and forgotten
Unjustified, really
Since she is the reason
I am who I am today
So how could I ever
Hate her or forget her?
She may seem different now
More tired and worn
Her mind more demented
Forgetting the very principles
She raised us with
No thanks to Father Time
And his cruel touch
Still
She is everything to me
And will continue to be
Forever.
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