Mother

Mother Pretty girl you are always trying to keep us from going but that is what you most want Your times comes hurling towards the end I know you miss being vibrant The days progressed too quick Now you have to let go of us to forgive Everyone will be alright and if they are not Then you did all you could You are still pretty in old age and all I know you feel the weight and decay The only thing to do is Go with it and hope you are gone before you are feeble I ask you to be optimistic Coming Down Give me surface responses But the rope is getting tighter and she needs a break Don't let yourself be carried away Help before it is too late