NancyA Poem by OnlymeShe sits in her lonely house filled with cobwebs and dust in places she can no longer reach and clean so easily. The interior and exterior of her home is shabby and tired looking. Also is she, with thinning white hair, wrinkles on her pale skin. And underweight figure. Her glasses just perched on the tip of her nose. And her fragile hands are always feeling cold. She is layered with clothing. To try to keep warm. As she cannot afford the heating of her home. Let alone three square meals a day or the upkeep of her once very proud home she lives in. Her husband of 50years died 10 years back. And since then she has turned into basically a recluse and rarely if ever leaves her home. And if she does it's only to get the basics food, pay bills and straight home again. She has no kids, or relatives left living. She is alone in a lonely world is Nancy.
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