Brian’s Poetry Corner
ALONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
WIDOWS ALONE IN AN OLD FOLK’S HOME
NOTHING LEFT BUT A LITTLE TIME;
AS A NURSE IN WHITE ENTERS ROOMS AT NIGHT
ON HALLWAYS BUFFED TO SHINE.
ITH OLD MEMORIES AND THOUGHTS FILLIING THE DAY
BLANK FACES WEATHERED AND TIRED;
WIDOWS CRY IN ANGUISH OF A LOVE LOST
THROUGH STAINED WINDOWS COPPER WIRED.
LOCKED OUT FROM WITHIN THEY SHUFFLE ABOUT
WITH HOUSECOATS FROM THE PAST; THEREE’S WORRY IN LINES FOR THESE CHANGING TIMES
LIFE SLIPS BY MUCH TOO FAST.
SO WITH NO ONE TO LOVE, THEIR FAMILY AWAY
THEY SLOWLY TURN WITHIN;
THE DREAMS OF DAYS FILL HEARTS WITH PALYS
A MIRACLE ABOUT TO BEGIN.
FLOATING OUT OF THEIR SHELL TO TRY AND TELL
OF A PASSAGE MADE IN TIME;
WIDOWS IN BLACK NOW KEEPING TRACK AS A LIGHT CONTINUESTO SHINE.
(C) 1990 BRIAN C.