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Now that I'm old & wrinkly,

my kids went away and left me.

They used to behave whenever I'd give them candy.

Now,

no matter how many times I call,

bribing them to come home,

they tell me to stay away because I embarrass them, 

I'm old.

I miss playing tag with them,

chasing them to put their diapers on,

time & time again.

Those cheerful memories replay themselves in my head.

I'd call just to hear their voices,

but to them I only make noises.

Yes, I may have lost my poise,

but I promised them I'd make no noise;

 if they called me, at least once in a week,

or if we could all go out & eat,

but they say they're busy,

and they have no time for me.

At least, they think I'm okay.

Sorry, kids, I can't play.

And, I won't be there for another day.

I hope they don't worry about me;

when I wither away.

Good bye, kids.

It's my turn to go away.

I love you all, 'til this very day.

And if you happen to miss me, 

remember how we'd play.

When you'd still come running to me with tears in your eyes.

Now, 

you're all grown up, 

and you no longer need me by your side.

But,

I needed you, 

beside my mine,

beside my deathbed for, at least one night.

But,  it's okay.

I'll just die smiling and crying tears of joy,

with a picture of you both by my side.

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