Margo helped by moving the chair up to the table. When another chair was needed, she moved that first chair up to a new spot. And another. She still had a pronounced drawl to her voice.
'Are you from North America, Margo?'
'San Francisco. Yep. America.'
There is a trending verse on FaceBook by a 'Crabby Old Man' who dies in hospital, leaving nothing but this scribble. Here is the last part of it, with adjustments to suit Margo:
What do you see people? .......... What do you see?
What are you thinking ............ when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman ............... not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ............... with faraway eyes?
I'm just an old woman ............ and nature is cruel.
'Tis jest to make old age ........ look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles ............ grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone ............. where I once had a heart.
But inside this old body ......... a young girl she still dwells,
And now and again ................ her battered heart swells.
She remembers the joys ........... She remembers the pain.
And she's loving and living ...... life over again.
I think of the years ............. Too few, gone too fast.
And accept the bald fact ......... that nothing can last.
So, open your eyes, people ....... open and see.
Not a crabby old woman ........... Look closer. See ME!
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