A lonely soul
She sat staring out the window
Watching all the kids play
She doesn’t out much
Her bones are old and frail
She watches kids at play out of the window
And her mind wanders to summer days
Hearst the echoes of the laughter
Resonating round her room
Reminding her of her youth.
She was beautiful back then
And full of life and energy
She was the object of affection for men
Is those happy boisterous days back then.
Remembering the holidays by the sea with friends
End of the pier rides and messing round on dodgems
Riding on the back of motorbikes
And dancing at Ritzy on a Saturday night.
Oh, Those memories and those days
Now seem so far away
And as the laughter begins to fade
She looks on out the window at the children at play
And wishes she could be out there again
But now the light begins to fade
All the children go home for supper
And she is on her own again.
Living in this small room
She puts on the lamp and nestles in front of the fire
Watching programmes on the TV
Clinging on to her memories
No one should have to feel this lonely
No one should be left to grow old gracefully
Without anybody calling
This is appalling
Says so much about how our society
Treats the elderly
We should be ashamed
We should all accept the blame
She sits there in her one room
Her life simply edging and fading away.
But I hope at least she will make tomorrow
And watch the kids at play again.