No one sees my face with loving eyes.

No one touches tenderly this skin

Who unlocks the door with tender cries?

Who knows my heart and sees what is within?

Some look with contempt for I am old

I can scarcely walk yet I am me

Is there no one left with arms to hold?

If I can’t love one, may I love three?

You think I’m weak but I am very bold

My heatt has courage and my love is free.

Yet no one sees this face with yearning eyes.

At least let someone be here when I die.

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