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Autumn Years
Her friends all departed before her, No one was left to mourn her passing, The curse of being somewhat blessed With a life that is long lasting. She buried her husband twenty years ago; Lived in solitude ever since; Every obituary she read of a friend Brought tears and made her wince. Of sound body and sound mind For a century and more; Sounds like a gift you might want But the last twenty years she abhorred. When at last her body gave out And released her tormented soul; No one was left to eulogize her And make sure her story was told. The preacher read from the bible At a service that no one attended; In a cheap coffin she was lain And placed in a plot that will go untended. She had shed tears at many a funeral For people she dearly loved But no one is left to cry for her As she passes to the skies above. I hope I live to a ripe old age, But not the oldest of my peers; I don’t wish to be so alone In my autumn years.
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