She rides in the night

Full of promise,

One heart full of love given fully,

One lady named Micky,

One lady equal in heart and soul named Ruth,

Love lass,

Or is it lasts,

Yes, within the hours of the night, she eats the only food received earlier that day,

A tiny bit of food never seasoned called ‘Meals on wheels,’

Poor excuse of Americans way to care for our old,

One small meal a day,

Funny Americans view themselves care takeroif all in the world,

One of the best I know survives on Food Dtamps and one lousy meal a day,

We talk on the phone every night,

I used my phone money for food for those that are my family,

So until the first we will not talk,

I will write about a sister it took me nearly a life time to fine,

Her name is Ruth,