We had an apartment in the city.
Me and my husband liked living there.
It's been years since the kids have grown,
a life of their own, left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don't know what for, don't matter any more.
You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
"Hello in there. Hello"
years
would
nothing
matter
living
korean
husband
someone
anymore
every
factory
grown
their
rivers
liked
worked
ancient
stare
apartment
itself
linda
lonesome
backdoor
omaha
hollow
alone
dream
stares
forgotten
people
repeats
through
screen
someday
there
since
still
sometime
walking
street
trees
stronger
should
waiting
together
hello
somewhere
wilder
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