" 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"