Retirement
She takes her share of life
And quietly retires
Petrified by loss
Petrified even by hope
With every loved one’s depart
One of her candles blows out
the last one blows her out
She’s almost been absorbed by the gloom
When she sees her last candle
Leaving her off.
Still young yet soul miserably old
… Cold.
All her lights switch off.
Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 