The old lady., a short story by kitosdad. Date added: 2011-07-27. Times viewed: 923.
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Sitting alone in her stark, lonely room
She stares into space, ignoring the gloom.
The gloom that surrounds her, wherever she looks
She hopes to find comfort in her many books.
But comfort evades her, it's not to be found
Only the silence, not even a sound.
Oh how she wishes that someone would call
Even if only the girl down the hall.
The girl with the children, but she's moved away.
Gone back to her husband, who beat her each day.
Again she has no-one to whom she can talk,
Her legs are too frail to go out for a walk.
It's months since she ventured alone down the lane
So she sits there all day, alone with her pain.
She thinks of the time when life was so free,
Surrounded by friends and her young family.
She never dreamed she'd be all alone
Nobody to write to, nobody to phone.
But time, as always, marches on, so it seems
And another old lady is left with her dreams.
Dreams of the past that she relives every day
Dreams that are slowly fading away.
Until in the end there is nothing but space
And she dies in her chair with a tear-stained face.
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