Seen No More
An oldish lady, grey and, bent,
Walks her bent and grey old dog,
Often seen along the highway.
Life has failed her, or she's moved,
And now she will be seen no more.
A gardening neighbour delves his beds,
Wiry, thin, by seasons weathered,
Stooped with failing health, and soon
He surely will be seen no more.
A friendly housewife toils uphill
Slowly to the shops each day,
But she is great in years and soon
She also will be seen no more.
A fellow on an old bike goes,
Too aged, it seems, to pedal far;
He bravely keeps the custom but
Quite soon he will be seen no more.
I venture out to take my stroll,
Moving limbs and taking air,
I view the hills and greenery.
But I'm diseased, bowed down with care,
And soon, too, will be seen no more.