Born to parents who cared
loved and nurtured
life a dream of farm fields
and orchards
you excelled in a nobleman's sport
Grew up to marry
a man who didn't care
you tried so hard to please
a small home in town
a tiny garden
your children a beloved burden
As a woman you lost
the guiding hand who helped
the children you raised
the children you lost
home was a room
with walls closing in
Growing old and frail
your last home lost
nobody to help
nobody to turn to
your final resting place
a corner in a rubble-strewn yard
Too many fall through society's cracks. Each 'lost' person is someone's father, mother, brother, sister, a colleague, an old friend...
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