Old Maid
She lived alone in her sister's house
quiet is a poor church mouse
She cooked and clean for her keep
up the attic room she did retreat
She dressed plain with colors drab
a smiling face she never had
She seldom ever went out
her conscious pure without doubt
Her sister's family could not be blamed
changing her she would not entertain
Her nieces tease her is a living ghost
for breakfast she fed them burnt toast
Her cat stayed with her in her room
rumors were at night she flew the broom
Her demeanor was of a Dark Ages nun
her sister never remembered her being fun
She died one night in her sleep
no one notice for a week
Her funeral was very small
ashes in a gray urn dull
Letters she wrote to herself
discover while cleaning a bottom shelf
Were words poetic of an unknown soul
rapture of life express in poem's prose
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