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OLD AGE
All alone no place to go,
The face of suffering begins to show,
Hurt inside of untold pain,
My Heart incased in endless rain.
No food to eat or tea to drink,
Washing up piled in the sink,
Feeble fingers hard to bend,
Suffering mind remembers when.
And all alone inside the house,
Your only friend is just a mouse,
No one’s calling at the door,
The friends you had they are no more.
Wishing you can close your eyes,
Then fade away and slowly die,
Yet all the time another day,
Surely brings you close, you say.
We know that life it is not fear,
But all of us will end up there,
So remember this my lonely friend,
To us it all comes in the end.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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