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[title] => A Simple Life
[time] => 2013-05-09 13:28:20
[hometext] => A passing unnoticed but received gratefully
[bodytext] => The old log cabin in the woods, half hidden by the evergreens, a cozy home once filled with hope, was now a box of broken dreams. A tired body, tired mind, and lonely heart was all she had. The man who once had thrilled her so had now become just one more chore with clothes to clean and mouth to feed and wounds to dress and nothing more It hurt her more than she could say to lose all caring thoughts and deeds. Her love for him had blazed the trail that was now overgrown with weeds. And in the twilight of their lives, their magic youth, a memory, they scarcely spoke; they never loved, so different now from years before . . . Just vacant stares, and empty thoughts and saddened looks and nothing more And when his final time had come, his life at last had reached its end, with quiet graveside spoken words and several tears from several friends, she briefly cried remembering some pleasant times when they’d been young. But later all that she could feel, while gazing from the cabin door, was some small loss, a few regrets, a little pain, and nothing more. She never left that wooded hut but lived her life in sad retreat with cat and dog and evergreens and wild birds singing her to sleep. Her passing was unheralded the way most of her life had been; a simple grave beside her man became her final resting place. They spoke of when she had been found upon the hard cold cottage floor - her face at peace and on her lips, a tiny smile and nothing more. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 82 [topic] => 21 [informant] => davemus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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