davefmus

A Simple Life

The old log cabin in the woods,

half hidden by the evergreens,

a cozy home once filled with hope,

was now a box of broken dreams.

A tired body, tired mind,

and lonely heart was all she had.

The man who once had thrilled her so

had now become just one more chore

with clothes to clean

and mouth to feed

and wounds to dress

and nothing more

 

It hurt her more than she could say

to lose all caring thoughts and deeds.

Her love for him had blazed the trail

that was now overgrown with weeds.

And in the twilight of their lives,

their magic youth, a memory,

they scarcely spoke; they never loved,

so different now from years before . . .

Just vacant stares,

and empty thoughts

and saddened looks

and nothing more

 

And when his final time had come,

his life at last had reached its end,

with quiet graveside spoken words

and several tears from several friends,

she briefly cried remembering

some pleasant times when they’d been young.

But later all that she could feel,

while gazing from the cabin door,

was some small loss,

a few regrets,

a little pain,

and nothing mo 

 

She never left that wooded hut

but lived her life in sad retreat

with cat and dog and evergreens

and wild birds singing her to sleep.

Her passing was unheralded

the way most of her life had been;

a simple grave beside her man

became her final resting place.

They spoke of when she had been found

upon the hard cold cottage floor -

her face at peace

and on her lips,

a tiny smile

and nothing more