Your Poetry Dot Com - Facing My Obituary

I wrote my own obituary
An experiment in good-bye
Who was I and what did I do
Who cares when at last I die?
I was born and raised it says
Then goes on to state
My many accomplishments in life
The list is long I must admit
I worked more than one might think
To make a living and pay my way
And then there are the so-called hobbies
The things I truly loved
Expressing the real me
No word of love or romance here
No taint of scandal uttered
Just a woman with a family
Who lived her life quite dully
Desperate sighs were never heard
Nor were the tears all counted
With every tick of the clock I was robbed
Of what I never knew
I thought it might be happiness
Perhaps true love was out there waiting
Feeling desperate too
Too late now for I am dead
My time at last run out
I kept on saying someday….
But someday never comes

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