The Last Of Lynn Poem by Neil Crawford

I saw her walking down Main Street
and she wore an air of defeat,
she studied a shop window,
her reflection made her wince,
to the best of my recollection,
that's the last time I saw Lynn.

It seems she'd had a bad day,
I don't think she faced it dry,
so I passed by on the other side,
well, we weren't really friends,
we just used the same, sad inn,
but when I heard how she met her end,
I shed a tear for Lynn.

Now, I don't really care care
what people think or say,
no one deserves to leave this world that way,
broken and scared with the darkness rushing in,
next time you raise your glass,
spare a thought for Lynn.