Light from the open fridge
reflects her tears
iridescent traces of years gone by
on this dark night
Empty shelves in the open fridge
mirror her desolation
hollow reminders of what life has become
on this dark night
Chilled air from the open fridge
accentuates her loneliness
stark indications of what the future holds
on this dark night
Silence in the empty house
envelops her being
absolute contrast to years gone by
in these predawn hours
Overflowing boxes in the empty house
guard her memories
heart-wrenching opposition to what life has become
in these predawn hours
Handmade quilts in the empty house
protect her frail shoulders
inadequate resource for what the future holds
in these predawn hours
Twilight in an otherwise frenetic world
claims another old soul
sadly forgotten yesterday, today, and tomorrow
As the rest of us greet the morning sun
Writing and Reflections 
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The picture speaks volumes about life.We can find life quite empty at the end of our journey, and we can be quite lonely and frustrated as compared to our youthful expectations if we set the wrong goals for ourselves while much younger. Your post has reminded me of one I have been thinking of writing on what we are living for. Hope you keep writing. B
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I like the flow of words and also the flow of ideas and the sad but punch line contrasting those old ( in sadness ) and the rest of us ( much younger ) greeting the morning sun ( with less sadness and even joy ).
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