Who Will Know?
He wanted to stay.
He didn't ask for much.
He wanted to know what was "going on,"
He read the paper every day.
The world is like a sponge.
It absorbs us.
Mother was grieved with the nursing home.
He said, "Kiddo, it's all right."
The world goes on its way.
Now that he's gone, who will know?
- Joyce Kennedy, from Ghost Lamp
He didn't ask for much.
He wanted to know what was "going on,"
He read the paper every day.
The world is like a sponge.
It absorbs us.
Mother was grieved with the nursing home.
He said, "Kiddo, it's all right."
The world goes on its way.
Now that he's gone, who will know?
- Joyce Kennedy, from Ghost Lamp