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~~~
There once was a woman who had a fear
And this worry went on for many a year
Dying alone consumed her mind
A friend it seemed was hard to find
For years she never need them
Her will, she never would bend
So never did she take time to offer a smile
To a passing stranger, it wasn’t worth while
Priorities she set and her career was high
Always rushing was she walked by
Dinners at her desk became a familiar thing
There was no time for an occasional fling
Holidays were spent all alone
No lights could be seen at her home

For years the seasons came and gone
And her life of emptiness went on and on
She woke up one day to see that she had aged
And that she had not prepared for the coming page
No family or friends, no children to hold
Her future happiness down the river she sold
Seemed her greatest fear was coming true
A trap of sort she never knew
For her own selfishness had caused this pain
All her hard work and dedication had gave her little to gain
She sits in her chair day after day
As her tears washes her make-up away [comments] => 3 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Jeff_Scott_Morehead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
Dying Alone

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 08:21:29 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Dying Alone
~~~
There once was a woman who had a fear
And this worry went on for many a year
Dying alone consumed her mind
A friend it seemed was hard to find
For years she never need them
Her will, she never would bend
So never did she take time to offer a smile
To a passing stranger, it wasn’t worth while
Priorities she set and her career was high
Always rushing was she walked by
Dinners at her desk became a familiar thing
There was no time for an occasional fling
Holidays were spent all alone
No lights could be seen at her home

For years the seasons came and gone
And her life of emptiness went on and on
She woke up one day to see that she had aged
And that she had not prepared for the coming page
No family or friends, no children to hold
Her future happiness down the river she sold
Seemed her greatest fear was coming true
A trap of sort she never knew
For her own selfishness had caused this pain
All her hard work and dedication had gave her little to gain
She sits in her chair day after day
As her tears washes her make-up away




Copyright © Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2004-08-13 20:21:29]
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Re: Dying Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 08:33:37 PM AEST
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I know a lot of people like this.....Too bad they never stop to smell the roses.....
Lovely write.....
Jenni


Re: Dying Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by sweetangeluk on Saturday, 14th August 2004 @ 07:18:48 AM AEST
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What a wonderful poem.
Friends are so precious never be to busy I say for you always need a friend


Love SweetAngelukxxxxxx


Re: Dying Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by applehead on Friday, 9th December 2011 @ 09:07:47 AM AEST
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Poetry helps and can heal the soul. Do what you do but not at the cost of yourself. Your poem is uplifting & disheartening which is where good things happen when 2 opposites collide.




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