What is behind the watery eyes of
the grey-haired woman sitting at the gate of the Senior Citizens' Home? Who is
she waiting for?
Stand Awhile O Passer-by
What does the old woman seek,
daily at the Seniors’ Home gate?
With tearful wait in tired eyes,
for someone who is coming late?
Is it a son or a son-in-law
or one who has left her here?
Did they find her so unlovable
daily at the Seniors’ Home gate?
With tearful wait in tired eyes,
for someone who is coming late?
Is it a son or a son-in-law
or one who has left her here?
Did they find her so unlovable
a pest on their younger cheer?
Was she a yoke on their neck?
An eyesore in pleasure house?
A drain on their dear budget?
An annoying gnawing mouse?
Stand awhile, O passer-by,
speak to me or hear my tale
of sorrow frozen in my chest.
Help me melt my years of wail.
Just a drop of warmth, have I .
Can it melt the solid sorrow?
I will stand near you awhile.
Can it bring a better ‘morrow?
Yes, your words have made a day;
your voice has brought sunshine.
Listening ears of yours have
lifted burdened heart of mine.
Was she a yoke on their neck?
An eyesore in pleasure house?
A drain on their dear budget?
An annoying gnawing mouse?
Stand awhile, O passer-by,
speak to me or hear my tale
of sorrow frozen in my chest.
Help me melt my years of wail.
Just a drop of warmth, have I .
Can it melt the solid sorrow?
I will stand near you awhile.
Can it bring a better ‘morrow?
Yes, your words have made a day;
your voice has brought sunshine.
Listening ears of yours have
lifted burdened heart of mine.
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