Poetry
The Poetry and Thoughts of Jane Carol
Just Life
(dedicated to the memory of Beatrice Lillian)
She sits, head bowed,
Thoughts twisting and turning,
Memories drift in and out,
Lazy, shapeless,
Time passed, missed, lost.
Sharing secret smiles, past loves.
Tears for the ones she's lost,
Wishing she were gone
Not left to grow old,
Lonely, slowly, wasting away
Every day a torture
Long, endless, leading to one more,
Why her, why is she left?
The only survivor
Not of some war,
Just life....