Alone
She asks herself- why do I sit here alone in this shabby house?
this shell that offers no protection from harsh winters,
these walls that surround me crumble and the roof leaks,
not even a new nail will remain embedded in it's walls.
Look! once I had a mirror- over there on that wall-
now see how it gathers dust, decaying on the wooden floor,
Pictures of my youth fade in an old cupboard, rotten and forgotten-
like me!
But please enter and take a seat you are most welcome,
the coffee pot boils and will soon fill this putrid air with aroma,
See outside my open window where I watch as the young men walk by.
Come join me please, sit in this old armchair, it is old but loved,
let us reminisce of past days when life was good and the sun shone,
while you sip at your strong coffee.
Then when you are tired of an old woman's ramblings, take your leave,
I shall not ask you to stay or to take me with you- even for a while,
So few visitors how I shall remember this day.
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