Dying Alone
Dying Alone
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There once was a woman who had a fear
And this worry went on for many a year
Dying alone consumed her mind
A friend it seemed was hard to find
For years she never need them
Her will, she never would bend
So never did she take time to offer a smile
To a passing stranger, it wasn’t worth while
Priorities she set and her career was high
Always rushing was she walked by
Dinners at her desk became a familiar thing
There was no time for an occasional fling
Holidays were spent all alone
No lights could be seen at her home
For years the seasons came and gone
And her life of emptiness went on and on
She woke up one day to see that she had aged
And that she had not prepared for the coming page
No family or friends, no children to hold
Her future happiness down the river she sold
Seemed her greatest fear was coming true
A trap of sort she never knew
For her own selfishness had caused this pain
All her hard work and dedication had gave her little to gain
She sits in her chair day after day
As her tears washes her make-up away
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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