It’s summer-time, the trees are green,

And two ladies lay dying.

The sun shines down as children play,

But two ladies lay dying.

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As tragedies go, these aren’t complete,

The ladies have lived their lives.

These deaths aren’t going to make the news,

The expected next step should simply evince sighs.

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These two ladies have spent their lives

Giving to others and expecting little returned.

That is admirable and convenient for us,

Having often forgotten and neglected them in turn.

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Now that the end that we tried not to think of

Is obvious and fixed in our sights.

We watch them in pain and find little to do

To ease their passing from the light.

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Don’t look on the deaths with too much regret

Of these two ladies who have nothing left.

The mourners are the ones with something to lose

Only those here will be left feeling bereft

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I suppose there is always that feeling

Of doing too little, too late.

I should have been there for this or that,

But can’t fix that at this late date.

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I suppose I should just have faith

That the two ladies don’t blame me

They’ve been on the losing side before

And know how it is for those left to see.

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It’s summer-time, the trees are green,

And two ladies lay dying.

The sun shines down as children play,

But two ladies lay dying.

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