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.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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