Just a lonely old lady the years have made her gray <br />Her husband died of a heart attack five years ago last May <br />All of her true and dearest friends to the grim reaper have gone <br />And still the Seasons come and go and she keeps living on. <br /> <br />The only child that her marriage brought died when she was fifteen <br />And though that was forty years ago she still thinks of her Jean <br />She did not live to fall in love and become a mum and wife <br />Some are burdened with a heavy cross and carry it through life. <br /> <br />Just a lonely old lady the oldest on the street <br />She sits in her porch in the sun shine and rests her tired feet <br />Butterflies around the flower beds flit and birds sing on the trees <br />And the evening seem so pleasant in the gentle coastal breeze. <br /> <br />Just a lonely old lady in the twilight of her life <br />She once was young and enjoyed the role of a mother and wife <br />And she knew love and happiness and her hair was not always gray <br />And if the reaper grants us the time we will be like her one day.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-lonely-old-lady/
