Eighty

at rest at last

she sees no light

finally gave up without a fight

 

left no partner

or one to mourn

her destiny beneath stone and lawn

 

how did she live

for eighty years

yet leave behind a dearth of tears?

 

or is there life

beyond this vale

that gives a meaning to her tale?

 

maybe she got

her just dessert

to make up for a life of hurt

 

made new friends

perhaps found love

to look down smiling from above

 

for nothing's worse

than a life stole

then left rotting in a stinking hole

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