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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.

 
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