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"You need a favor? Ask a busy person!" My Mother always said that. Thanks for coming Here to call on me; I'm all the envy Of the others when I get your visits. Nobody ever comes for them. They're //old// --- They spend the day asleep in the front lobby. I'm slowing down, but I still get around. See that picture of my grand-daughter? And there, next to it, that's my son when he Was just a baby. Yes, I sold the house, Got rid of almost everything. These rooms Hold all that's left. The management wants me To move along so they can rent this suite To someone weak who needs assisted care; That way they'll make more money. Maybe Chicago where my son and daughter-in-law live Would be a place for me to settle down. But I don't know. Can I give you a drink? I think that there's some grape juice in the 'fridge. Just help yourself. If you can take me out Some time next week to go down to the bank I'd really like it. Sorry if I repeat Myself, but as my Mother told me, "Ask A busy person, when you want a favor!" And I know that you're busy. My dear friend Is in her eighties now and she still drives, But I don't think she's safe, and anyway She doesn't want to help. And she's not busy. Now let me find my teeth, and I'll come down To the main door with you to see you out. You have to walk home now before sunset? How far? //Two miles!// I'm lucky if I can Make it two hundred feet. I'm slowing down. They don't want me to help them any more At the Museum or the Library. So now I'm starting up a reading group With some of the old ladies in this house. (Do you have any books to recommend?) And thanks again for coming by to see Me here. You know, you're very nice. Thank you!
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