A Young Woman

A young woman in a nursing home
Learned how to write for she could not roam
She wrote all day and into the night
She had much to say and she wrote with might
Of what she saw on the T.V. screen
For she believed all that she had seen

"I am happy and glad that I am here
As you people live in sin- it's clear
Who is married, soon is divorcing
And I for them, am found remorsing
Those who murder- why did they do it?
If they'd admit- I'd write less fluent"

"The teenagers- tatoos and piercings
Their underthings makes quite the rear scenes
The children swear and command parents
I want to scream at what is apparent"
Her list goes on- She hopes they will read
For she has seen- their lives are in need

Her words descend as though little seeds
Spreading to some- her words to them feeds
They're the victims of those who've divorced
And they value all she has discoursed
They're the victims whose lost a loved one
And they hunger as they're too lonesome

They're the victims born of the unwed
They see clearly all that she has said
They're the victims- the sweet grandparents
How'd they go wrong? Oh, how each heart laments
The response grows and there's no time for much
Her meals are rushed- she has lives to touch