She's only been on earth for two short years
She speaks to me and can communicate
She wraps me round her finger with her tears
I have no choice but to capitulate.
She wanders round the house in her own world,
A constant stream of words flow from her tongue
As gradually her language is unfurled,
It's strange to think I'm old and she is young.
When I was eight the ones at twelve were men,
When I was sixteen twenty-two seemed old
And in my twenties there it was again,
I cannot understand how years unfold.
It doesn't make me sad or bring out tears,
I'm just amazed I've been here fifty years.
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