Array ( [sid] => 185666 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Woman in Hiding [time] => 2018-12-08 22:01:32 [hometext] => May Your Time be Very Late! [bodytext] => She was only skin and bone; living quietly all alone; And all were welcome in her home,
Except of course the undertaker. A local well-known troublemaker. Determined she should meet her maker.

Despite a multitude of tries; she always found an alibi; Too wise to meet her own demise!
But in due time we all must cease; as life began, it must retreat.

Reading by the fire one night; the flue snapped closed an held there tight; although she pulled with all her might.
When she could stand the smoke no more; she opened windows, opened doors; the moment death was hoping for.

He seemed a sort of good luck charm; come to save her from all harm, and lifted her into his arms.
He wasnt fearful, wasnt grim; he drew her gently close to him; her life light flickered, growing dim.
That, they say, is how she died; Peacefully and long denied.

May we each keep fate outguessed; may our lives be thusly blessed;
And bring to us a gentle guide;
In whose arms we can decide; That home waits on the other side.





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Woman in Hiding
Date: Saturday, 8th December 2018 @ 10:01:32 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
She was only skin and bone; living quietly all alone; And all were welcome in her home,
Except of course the undertaker. A local well-known troublemaker. Determined she should meet her maker.

Despite a multitude of tries; she always found an alibi; Too wise to meet her own demise!
But in due time we all must cease; as life began, it must retreat.

Reading by the fire one night; the flue snapped closed an held there tight; although she pulled with all her might.
When she could stand the smoke no more; she opened windows, opened doors; the moment death was hoping for.

He seemed a sort of good luck charm; come to save her from all harm, and lifted her into his arms.
He wasnt fearful, wasnt grim; he drew her gently close to him; her life light flickered, growing dim.
That, they say, is how she died; Peacefully and long denied.

May we each keep fate outguessed; may our lives be thusly blessed;
And bring to us a gentle guide;
In whose arms we can decide; That home waits on the other side.







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