My Last Chance
Grouchy old lady who strived for attention
by Leigha Taylor
Would do anything, fake anything
Just to get us to notice.
Crying wolf started to grow old on us all
Until one day something became real.
What seemed like played confusion
Turned into a quick passing.
I sat beside my overheated, sweaty Mamaw
To comfort her and try to keep her cool
But I did not know that was my last chance
My last chance to listen.