There is a single shining candlestick.
Shining solitary in the darkened twilights.
A lonely young poet writes about her life.
Feeling so sad, so and so blue.
Sucking her thumb because somehow,
the right words never come along.
She wants to publish a collection of her poetry.
She has a hard day working earning her daily bread.
As a practical nurse in nursing home.
Making barely enough to keep body and soul
together. Counts her nickels, quarters and dimes.
Just one more time and time again.
She lives a lonely life and does not have
any friends. She can tell all of her hopes
and dreams too.
She is an introverted person, because all
people do is lie and laugh when they
succeed in making her cry out loud.
Far away from the bright city lights
and maddening crowds.
She stay's in a modes run down
boarding house, but remains quiet
as a house hold mouse. Listening
with both ears open to what
the other boarders are busily talking
about.
Dedicated to Betty Neal's, a deceased Harlequin English
Romanic author, registered nurse and wife. She married
a rich Dutch doctor. They settled down
in an English cottage.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 25,2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem