Love Thy Neighbor

Fated to die alone in the cold
Abandoned beyond the edge of despair
Darkening clouds shuttered her eyes
The stars had long ceased to care

The falling wound scabbed over
With Death still abiding there
Apathy did once glance over
With her artless 10,000-yard stare

The ballroom was hours, days empty
Chairs properly stacked 15-deep
The janitor will find the body behind them
Thinking her only fast asleep

No one will ever remember the name
Of this old once lovely passerby
The unattended weekday funeral
Will have no one left to cry

No one knows what happened
Though many pretended to care
Of one fated to die alone in the cold
Abandoned beyond the edge of despair

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on May 4, 2012, in Poem and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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