About abandoned and neglected old people.
Summer turns to autumn
Autumn turns to winter
And the old folks
Are left alone to whither
.
Life, suns so far away
White snow around the door
All that remains
Are memories of before
.
The loving hand they need
The gratitude for what they’ve done
Is not brought around
It’s needed for some fun
.
We round them up to graze
In grey pastures all alone
But what they really need
Is a loving home
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