My washer broke down, that was that, And now I'm at the laundromat. Nice and helpful, older lady, Not as old as I, Helped me through the process Of loading, rinsing, with no mess. This is this and that is that, Even at the laundromat.
I sit here in the chair
with my hands to my head.
I wonder why, in this land
that fate brought pain to thee.
I relish every moment,
we have in this, our life
and dread the day that it' gone
for you are my inspiration
of what I now do.
What will I be without you?
I feel the pain lodged in my head
are of anguish and the dread
of worried concern; what must be said
about the future of the days ahead.
I must stay healthy and care for you
even if it's the last thing I do.