Alone

I never thought I’d be alone
Sitting by a silent phone
Not a thing I can do
Life’s not fair, this is true
Our minds are strong, bodies weak
Being busy is what I seek
I’d love to throw away all pills
Say goodbye to body ills
I’m happy when there are things to do
Sitting still means life is through

Age 90 years old

Submitted by her daughter, Donyta Wright

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