I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, left them in the streets
as if they were trash. No wonder,
their heart grew weary in loneliness

Mom talked to them. Gave them food
whenever she could. The old men and women
came to visit, smiled, and looked happy.
Though, when they were lonely, their heart was cold
but in company, it grew fonder

All it took for the old men and women
was a sign of care from someone else, to live life
With love and gratitude.