She wakes up
another uneventful day
her aging body stiff
her old mind groggy
she’s all alone
in her vanishing world
her dreams are buried
as she’ll be
not long from now
and she’s just waiting
to die.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
She wakes up
another uneventful day
her aging body stiff
her old mind groggy
she’s all alone
in her vanishing world
her dreams are buried
as she’ll be
not long from now
and she’s just waiting
to die.
Bob Boyd