YOUR MINUTE- SOMEONE'S DAY

V. Walking down the same old street,
The old lady with the bag.
She used to walk so brisk,
With years her feet begin to drag.

V. And no one seems to have the time
To smile or stop and say hello.
And with each passing lonely day,
The pain in her eyes seems to grow.

Ch. So if you have a minute, won't you stop?
Ask her how she is today.
And as you see her face light up,
You know your minute's made her day.

V. She once was beautiful and young
With a man and kids of her own.
Her husband's dead her children- gone
And now she's learnt to be alone.