I will float in the waters of Ganges till the end of time;

To be or not to be
A ratio in my mind

I'd like to ***** a needle
And run through burrows of sanctity
The alien nights of virtue
And pirates of Kashmir

My red, a colour of freedom

It *****.

I had known little of love,
Only that it stung;
The valleys of Kashmir, chrysanthemum
And the child selling lotus leaves!
Have I all the carnations and tulips

Yet I admire the little cherub of my Garden's marigold,
And watch it grow to life.

You were covered in snow
And that is the last time I met you
The first was a farce
You pretended was the truth;

Now you dangle in the cold
And I in your dice
You died for me

I waited for you in the ice.

" You look unhappy Mary, the job, the son, the life,
   Your medications seem wary, did you go outside and fly a kite?"

" My son had forgotten me Doctor, He left the other day with his wife,
  He had paid my debts but not my love and complained about strife,
  My only child and love of my life";

" What of your husband, I heard he won the lottery the other day,
   Bought a car, and good plumbing all with his pay?"

"My Husband loves me no more, money is his spouse
He butters the bread to our dog and talks to his house,
My life is bitter and yet I shine in gold,
I want roses and love
But "Mother I'll visit next time"
Is what I get told,
Mark my words doctor,
Give me medications no more;
I want my son, and my husband and my grandchildren
When I am old and I'm sore,
Tell them to fake it till I am weary and I die,
I don't want to live in gold and bear for my soul to cry,
I beg you doctor tell them to visit me, I'll give them gifts, I'll buy!
Tell them to visit this afternoon, I'll bake them apple pie"

My grey hair and seventy,
I have falsely grown my teeth,
I stand naked under city lights
I have cancer in my knees;

My wrinkled torso and mid-day job
Put me in my grave with bore
I remember the days I had little money,
Grades in my 10th grade I had scored;

I feel alive today under city lights
Once again I have been born
Before I die, my eyes should see the city lights
Instead of grass in the lawn.

I'm sorry, but I am terribly ****** up.

I'll try to mend things and smell your hair occasionally
I'll try to wipe medicines and love letters off your turquoise stained coffee shirt;

I'll even apologize and mend what's mine
I'll bare my heart to you,
I'll bare my heart to you
My dear Valentine.