FWE-OOL 2

Sorrow

She sits alone on her stoop each day
In grief and despair;
No friends or family to speak of
No one who really cares.

As pain and sorrow fills her heart
She covers her head in shame;
Realizing that her life is past
And each day will be the same.

Comments: 1

Alice G. Feb 29, 2012, 2:19am UTC

Poem provides a good interpretation of the picture. Well done, Vicki.