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The old woman watches
the boy acroos the street.
Sitting on the tailgate,
strumming his guitar.
Singing songs to a girl,
far too young to understand.
Love you, want you, need you,
we will always be.

She was also once desired
by young men just like him.
All professing to her their one true love.
All saying similar words,
love you, want you, need you,
we will always be.

She never embraced a lasting love.
Now withers away a lonely soul.
Who will miss her when she is gone.

So she sits in a rocker on the empty porch
in front of her house.
Watching the boy across the street,
sitting on the tailgate strumming his guitar.
Singing songs to a girl,
far too young to understand.