the old crone who is alone

A poem about a woman who is alone and forgotten

Waiting for someone to notice her,

Family life is now just a blur,

She is considered a saboteur,

At work they call her an amateur,

All she can do is nod and say yes sir,

Drowning in the last bottle of liqueur.

the old crone who is alone

Without a backbone,

Looking at my tombstone,

I am now a wizen old crone,

Who can only groan and moan?

Looking back at the world have outgrown,

the old crone who is alone