Chilled to the bone
Body lays alone,
Emancipated by age
Condition began to fade,
Until the light went out
Their last breathe expired,
No one knew the consequence
Of societies neglect,
Towards the old
Who die alone,
The vulnerable time
Is when it gets cold.
Where is the humanity
Where is the love,
The care given to the old
Is simply not good enough.
fauxcroft 
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