she wakes up each morning
makes her bed just right
has a cup of instant coffee
ponders her tired existence
old, alone and depressed
yesterday’s beauty gone
as are all the adoring men
her social life diminished
she’s bent and haggard
gets around on a walker
age has wrecked her
love has flown away
dates are nonexistent
except for her date with
the grim reaper of death
bob boy