Why Couldn't they See
My wife arrived she brought it home
She read to me this lovely sad poem
It was all about a lovely old lady
Who since passed away I think just maybe
She lay in hospital old, bent and grey
Her poor heart breaking in hospital she'll stay
The staff at her they could not see
Behind her old winkles she young as can be
There in her sadness she wrote so well
I guess her story she tried to tell
While all around were too blind too see
Here in her bed she so sad too be
She looked to a future with sadness in mind
Thinking the young ones so many unkind
This was for her last night to be
This lovely old lady why couldn't they see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely old lady. Reminds me of that song Sing 'Em Good My Friened 'At least for one more night I'ver got a beautiful wrinkled hand to hold.' Sing the truth my friend.