I wasn't prepared for all of this,
blinded to this consequences,
it's a different life altogether,
comfortable yes, alone and wandering
yes,vivid memories of yesteryears
etched in this mind so sane and alive.
I eat alone most of the time,shop alone
all the time,watch the movies by myself,
composes my poems in the wee hours of dawn
and pray hard to my God every night.
It's a different life altogether,and this I
gather.Love does knock once in a while but
I have never given it quite a thought.
So many sunsets have gone by,I buried my
husband safe and well, my kids have gone on
with their lives, my friends are nice and
so concern,I have my dancing and my chores,
my business,yoga and my walks, but most of all
I think I am alive,Postpoems web site I derived.
My goodness, I just don't have sufficient words to describe this one . . .
Starward