thoughts within me

The old lady is gone

Posted on: February 24, 2015

The old lady is gone
but they don’t care
She suffered alone
but they never cared
She was one of their own.

And now that she’s gone,
They just want their share.

So now they all come
Out of their hiding
The wait is finally over.

Masking their relief with grief,
false tears hiding their mischief,
their stay is to the point and brief.

The old lady lived alone
But no one came to meet her
Or called her on phone
But now it doesn’t matter.

She lived out her days
In ways bad or worse
But at last she is at peace
While others
fighting for a bigger share
seem to lose theirs.

If only they had shown
such concern for the old lady.


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  • Braja: Just one word - "Respect". Thanks for writing this poem for those who lay their lives for others.
  • vrikmace: Thank you Taskeen !! :) :)
  • Taskeen: Nice one Sainani! :)


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