My children are grown up with jobs and wives,
I am left alone...with my forks and knives...
They promised me plenty...oh yes they did,
Alas i was forgotten...like an old box of pencil lead...
As i sat at the corner with tears on my cheek...
The rain began pouring hard...so the roof began to leak!
With a sigh of dissapointment...I fell into darkness,
hoping one day to be repayed for my undying kindness...
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