Quietly Fading Away… Poem by Margaret Alice

Today the sun is ever so shy, she clothed herself
in soft blue cloth, furtively peeps through slim silver
lines at the quiet, misty world - seeing something
good from time to time, then her shiny crown lights
up behind the soft, hiding clouds, she is smiling in
delight at some of the sights, around me the sound
of paper tearing, everyone is throwing things away
the regulation way, making lists of books, dragging
bags around; I have even fixed up two boxes for me,
emptied my bookcase, regarded my papers – then
ran away, packing is a distasteful action, there are
too many things I dislike today, no wonder the sun
is hiding her face, she knew what was coming!
I’ll follow the sun in hiding my face away too,
tomorrow is another day and clearly today
was not made for living – but for
quietly fading away…