Poetic Verses
She
Like a hermit shall she dwell,
with only memory,
of scolding and loving little ones
now part of her history
Then she was lush,
like fields in spring,
she chokes back tears
her eyes now bring
Revere she thinks
she has not known
Not remembering
all the love shown
Futile seems
her stuffy life
music of happiness
now noise of strife
Life's broken machine
now feeling unwell
Soon covered by earth
in a box-like cell
9/02
with only memory,
of scolding and loving little ones
now part of her history
Then she was lush,
like fields in spring,
she chokes back tears
her eyes now bring
Revere she thinks
she has not known
Not remembering
all the love shown
Futile seems
her stuffy life
music of happiness
now noise of strife
Life's broken machine
now feeling unwell
Soon covered by earth
in a box-like cell
9/02
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