Marjorie Peters McIntosh Poems

She said, "Hello" and who have we here
Are you that nasty old man, with a can full of beer
Or are you so old, you've forgotten your name
Why else would you play this telephone game.
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Sometimes your face is not familiar to those you see each day,
As the aged begin to weaken before they pass away.
You washed and dressed and fed them, and helped them on the way,
As they sometimes laughed or cried and thanked you in their way.
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