Two voices talking at different times,
Neither aware of the other,
One is old, and one is not,
I do the best with what I’ve got.
The one not old comes out in secret,
She cries and yells for what she wants,
She speaks to anyone she thinks will be nice,
She speaks, she never even thinks twice.
But she is easily hurt inside,
The tears, so many, she cannot hide,
The fears learned from years long passed,
Her presence needs attention, that will last.
The old voice not aware of the young,
Unaware of all she’s done.
The old voice thinks that she’s gone mad,
From all the thoughts that she has had.
But now the old must talk to the young,
Take care of all the hurts been done.
Give her love you know will last,
Give her love to heal the past.
The old voice needs to know when the young,
Is taking in something that’s been done,
To know to act in a different way,
To be aware of this each and every day.