ALONE

by Philippa Richardson (59)
(Florida)


Working, getting and buying; so hard it feels like dying
How do I stop this madness and gain back my gladness
Grandkids gone and children grown; my loneliness they do not own
Who am I now without all that madness
Alone
Now that I've grown and am on my own, how grand; I wish I'd known!

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