A Ride Just For Tonight Poem by Doris Cornago

This is how a widow feels, on being alone, shadows creeping in, the uncertainty of her position in society. She's pitied, people think of all possibilities about why she does with her free time and when anybody is kind to her, this person is a suspect for nefarious motives. Aren't we all widows in a sense? Through life, we are co-dependent, we do not really know how soon the road travelled together ends. The sooner you realize this, the earlier your adaptation to an unpredictable life. Today is truly what we all have, a sobering wakeup call.