how sad
that his or her life is coming
to an end.
how unhappy she must
be to wake
up and suddenly be old,
not far from the grave.
sitting
with a paper or book
in hand.
a cup of tea.
the quiet of the house.
watching snow fall.
a dog perhaps or cat
by their feet.
how long those days
must seem, with so many
friends gone,
then you arrive
and see that it isn't such
a bad place to be.
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