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This was written on a napkin in a restaurant I was dining at. I had noticed a very old and frail women sitting alone at a table eating. She was entertaining herself by talking to someone that sat across from the table she was at, the only problem was....there was no one there (at least that I could see) So I penned this as she laughed and chatted to this unseen individual, all the time with sadness filling my heart as I watched this...I wanted to get up from my table and ask her permission to allow me to sup with her, but I was uncertian of what her reaction may have been...I wished I had taken a chance, for I have not seen her since. We should honor those such as these and treat them special in every way that we can, for someday......we.......
In the darkness of the night
Alone and without shame.
She longed for his loving touch
Or the gentle whisper of her name.
Had taken its toll
And left her alone this way
That grew dimmer by the day
That had lost its supple look
That trembled and shook.
Oh, how they had passed
Many with joy and laughter.
Recalling, but knowing it doesn’t last.
Now nothing but sorrows remain
And thoughts of the hereafter
Are hers to claim
At least over there
She will have no disdain
For this thing called time
Curse this thing called
For hers is now spent.
Goes the clock
And tomorrow is the
J. Allen Wilson 2003
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|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Your heart lays open, for all to see... Wonderfully written.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Terribly sad and sadly a reality for a few. I agree with your thoughts.|
|Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
|You have captured something Unique.
Few possess the ability to say
what you have said. You have talent.
Becca Goes into my library!
|Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
|very sweet J Allen, and compassionate too, al|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|You have captured so many occurrences in a daily life but you noticed this frail detail. It is a man of compassion who wrote this. You are blessed.
|Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader)
|EXCELLENT ALLEN,,"AND TOMORROW IS THE HEREAFTER",,GREAT WRITE,BRAVO MY FRIEND,,,,CHARLIE|