Petrified
I need my family, friends, community,
I need to live in a happy home,
‘Though I might seem hard and cold,
I am not made of stone.
For when I am mixing with others,
I’m in my, so-called, happy zone,
‘Though my own company is okay,
I am not made of stone.
I am very much alive you’ll find
And made of flesh and bone,
And not immune to loneliness,
I am not made of stone.
My biggest, biggest fear is
Of ending my final years all alone,
This thought petrifies me for -
I am not made of stone.
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