By the flames of the coals fire light Granny sits in her old rocking chair Back and for she rocks her chair Her faithfull pal her only friend sitting on her lap
Tibby his name old he now his Her old faith cat her only friend The chimming clock marks her time on earth counting down the hours the days
Her old black and white telly hisses to be played Dark the room hides the decay. Un loved the room The decay fills the room the curtains drawn with partial light emitting Lighting parts or the room
The dust thickend she has wrote her name in the long lasting dust Old she is her failing body unable to dust and clean her youth washed away never to be restored for now her home is left to decay Unwanted unloved by her family and friends
For now she alone and her companion the cat live in decay
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
The fear or being unwanted alone and getting old un able to do the thing we could in a time of youth
Hi, wayne34, Her old black and white telly hisses to be played captures aloneness that consumes in fires light where the long lasting dust is all that holds her name and Tibby there to care.
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Her old black and white telly hisses to be played captures aloneness that consumes in fires light where the long lasting dust is all that holds her name and Tibby there to care.