Grey Dawn

Sitting there vacant lonely
eyes staring into her soup
or that spot somewhere slightly
above your head never quite
making eye contact

Skin once young now
wrinkled and weathered
Leathered

Why don't they come visit
she seems to ask herself
as the corners of her mouth
turn downward

It's so sad through all
her sacrifice and strife
The ungrateful ones are the ones
to whom she gave life

Grey dawn one of life's
saddest songs Of
the ones that will come
and the ones that have gone