Alone (inspired by Eleanor Rigby)
\nby cricketjeff on January 4, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved
\nEvery evening she sits waiting for a phone that never rings,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Every day she waits for post that’s never mailed.
\nDoes her shopping on a Tuesday, food for one and little things
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 But she never stops to wonder where she failed.<\/p>\n
Though she gets a card at Christmas, birthdays pass without a sign.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The messages she leaves are not returned.
\nShe has asked her next-door neighbours if they’d like to come to dine
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 But each offer has been quite politely spurned.<\/p>\n
When the milkman leaves a bottle she is ready at the door
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 But he only ever greets her with a nod.
\nShe was sure when she was younger life would bring her something more,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Now the only man she speaks to is her god.<\/p>\n
It’s ten years since he left her, he just died there in the chair;
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Both her children came to see his ashes spread.
\nIn the years since then they travelled now they’re living who knows where,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 They’ll be back to sell the cottage when she’s dead.<\/p>\n
Just like other lonely people who’ve been cast aside by life
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 She’s sat waiting for the end to end the pain.
\nShe was always there as daughter, then as mother and a wife
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Now she knows that they won’t want her help again.<\/p>\n
Who’ll be there to mourn her passing when she slowly fades away?
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Who will know that she’s not with us any more?
\nWill the priest who reads the lesson even know what he should say?
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 She was just another face we all ignore.<\/p>\n
Author notes
\nInspired by The Beatles’ Eleanor Rigby, which although a song deserves
\nrecognition purely on its poetry “wearing the face which she keeps in a jar by
\nthe door” is surely one of the greatest poetic lines of the latter half of the
\ntwentieth century.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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