by Debora Spadafora

Created on: June 27, 2008

I COULD BE YOU

We walk among them each and every day
We look into their eyes that say
I could be you, you could be me
So treat me with some dignity.

She doesn't deserve the hand fate dealt
Regardless of what we thought or even felt
She's someone's Mother and Grandmother too
Now she's all alone, with a faded memory or two.

She's still a person, cut her and she'll bleed
She's paid her dues, to her family indeed
She once loved and nurtured, but in return
She's now left to wander, with nowhere to turn.

The lines on her face, speak in volumes to all
Those old and tired eyes move me to recall
She was once like me, now she's yesterday's news
And I make that journey; I walk a mile in her shoes.

My journey continues, but the message is clear
We're cut from the same cloth, so have no fear
What we give we'll receive, and remember always
It's not the love that dies, but the understanding ways.

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