Like Eleanor Rigby
Sits Eloise Ridgley
Alone with a teacup of sorrows
Spent all her tomorrows
Looking back on yesterday
Making her way
'Round yellowing piles of newspapers
She's been meaning to read
A miserly woman whose only greed
Is to believe she still has time
To find the love of her lifetime
Before she has to dye her hair again
And pretend she looks her best
When no one comes to call
She knows the mirror on the wall
Watches her eating her t.v. dinner
Announcing she's a winner
At solitaire
Fragile now and frozen there
Beneath the lonely glow of lamplight wishes
One fork, one spoon, and so done her dishes
For another night
With the aches in her bones
Reminding her she's alone
With only hobbies to hold
her thoughts from growing old
Making lists of all she planned to do
Back then, when dreams were still new
The wide eyed cat from slumber crawls
To beg for her attention
And promises not to mention
The sad sight of it all
She knows the mirror on the wall
Stares back in disgust, shaking it's head
As she picks up needle and thread
Trying to stitch meaning
Into the fading tapestry of her time
This was a strong punch in the gut and saying it like it is, excellent poem. It made me think of myself at times... unfortunately. Left alone and on her own, seeing just how much has been thrown away in time that can not be retrieved, as if she once believed. Thank you for sharing this excellent poem and for your comment on mine as well.
A sad and poignant picture of an unfulfilled life and self-delusion. A great gently write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A captivating title my friend! Draws you near to this rhyme. A poignant tale of self-delusion embellished with a lovely rhyme scheme...........