i wish i could post you about what my days involve. But that's just too easy. I want to keep the audience as audience etc etc.
There was a gust of rain in the Autumn night
I fell asleep by the fire, the logs were slowly simmering out
I had never felt such warmth before, crawling up my legs
around my body, in my love
The master of the household asked if I should be moved to my quarters
I shook my head yes and he slowly handled me upward
for now i walk down the hall as the time traveling bourgeois
I can see the future in this hall, the past and the present
The painting of myself to the left of me as a young woman
so free, so careful, so prim
if only i could travel back in time, lost loves and beauty pageants
i was always up to the challenge
The next painting i look at is myself, aging, smiling
but not a real smile, an old one, like the one i know what else is next
i look in her eye and i see the hope i had for the people
does waving your hand count?
finally, pictures of the present, mature but grey
i get rather bored of things now
i can't move much, the tea turns cold
Where will this take me? heaven if i know
We arrive at the room, good night to old Charlie
a thank you
i'm ready to go in peace
a tiny bless you
let this house be a guide to the fools
it saved us all
even when i didn't have to vaccuum
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