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The Waiting Room
This do-it-yourself death business[/font][/font]
it's not for me[/font][/font]
I'm far too squeamish[/font][/font]
and besides[/font][/font]
who would water the plants[/font][/font]
and feed the cat[/font][/font]
I'm important[/font][/font]
I'm all they've got[/font][/font]
Just think[/font][/font]
when the house was full[/font][/font]
there never seemed[/font][/font]
to be a moment for myself[/font][/font]
and now I've[/font][/font]
all the time in the world[/font][/font]
so I'll wait [/font][/font]
till I'm called[/font][/font]
People see me differently [/font][/font]
they probably think [/font][/font]
I'm gaga[/font][/font]
just because [/font][/font]
my hair's turned white[/font][/font]
and my hands [/font][/font]
shake sometimes[/font][/font]
That nice girl in the supermarket[/font][/font]
the one I always go to[/font][/font]
she understands [/font][/font]
but young people[/font][/font]
they're all too busy[/font][/font]
ears full of iPod[/font][/font]
they go by so fast[/font][/font]
it gets dangerous [/font][/font]
on the pavement[/font][/font]
they cant hear you know[/font][/font]
they like their music so loud[/font][/font]
one day [/font][/font]
they'll slow down[/font][/font]
one day they'll sit quiet and still[/font][/font]
like this[/font][/font]
because here in the waiting room[/font][/font]
that's how life is[/font][/font]
it's not for me[/font][/font]
I'm far too squeamish[/font][/font]
and besides[/font][/font]
who would water the plants[/font][/font]
and feed the cat[/font][/font]
I'm important[/font][/font]
I'm all they've got[/font][/font]
Just think[/font][/font]
when the house was full[/font][/font]
there never seemed[/font][/font]
to be a moment for myself[/font][/font]
and now I've[/font][/font]
all the time in the world[/font][/font]
so I'll wait [/font][/font]
till I'm called[/font][/font]
People see me differently [/font][/font]
they probably think [/font][/font]
I'm gaga[/font][/font]
just because [/font][/font]
my hair's turned white[/font][/font]
and my hands [/font][/font]
shake sometimes[/font][/font]
That nice girl in the supermarket[/font][/font]
the one I always go to[/font][/font]
she understands [/font][/font]
but young people[/font][/font]
they're all too busy[/font][/font]
ears full of iPod[/font][/font]
they go by so fast[/font][/font]
it gets dangerous [/font][/font]
on the pavement[/font][/font]
they cant hear you know[/font][/font]
they like their music so loud[/font][/font]
one day [/font][/font]
they'll slow down[/font][/font]
one day they'll sit quiet and still[/font][/font]
like this[/font][/font]
because here in the waiting room[/font][/font]
that's how life is[/font][/font]
Published 26th Jan 2010
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26th Jan 2010 1:57pm
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26th Jan 2010 7:36pm
I think this confirms my thoughts along the lines of I hope I die before I get old - thanks for your kind words, Jack
27th Jan 2010 00:03am
Yes, that waiting room in the sky awaits us all, Priya in one form or another. I cant imagine what it's like being that close and knowing that's all you have to live for. Thanks for your encouraging words.