She sat alone in the rocking chair, mourning,
the emptiness of her life in despair;
People went by her and just shook their heads--
"poor old woman, she'd be better off dead!"
She sat alone in her rocking chair,
Just wishing someone would take time to share
Just a moment of time in their busy day
With a lonely old woman with so much to say.
She could tell them the stories of when she was ten
And the interesting things that had happened since then.
She had so much to tell, so much knowledge of living
But nobody stopped to take of her giving.
She sat all alone, day after day,
A lonely old woman with so much to say,
When they found her, forever asleep in her bed,
Those poor selfish people just shook their head.
"Poor old woman, she's better like this".
Never to know...all the wealth they had missed.
© Stephanie Robinson, LPN
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