Senile - Poem by Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
She felt alone with no one to warm her
She desperately needed someone to know her
She has been alone for such a long time
Everyone she loves has long ago died
She forgot how to smile and is old and bitter
She needed someone to come, love her or kill her
She wondered why she lived for such a long time
Everyone she loved has left her behind
She only has an old wooden cane to support her
She has become too old for anyone to adopt her
She can barely read tiny scripts and tell time
Everyone has gone and life still hasn't been kind
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