My Last Sunset
I Sit Here
I sit here today; thinking of what I have made of my life, or
what my life has made of me. It is hard to understand why
I worked all my life.
I never became rich, not that it mattered too much. Money
still wouldn't buy my life, or secure me a place in heaven.
one thing is not very clear in my head.
Did I work all my life to live, or did I live all my life to work?
I have a home and it's pretty nice. I met a lot of people through
out my life and even made a few good friends.
I had a husband that was good to me, but now he is gone and
won't return. I have a daughter that lives with me. She is my
pride and joy. Other family lives far away and I sit here waiting
for my last sunset...
05/16/2014
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2014
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