The Centurion

The morning sweeps around her now
in ever grayer shades.
She reaches out for yesterday
but suddenly it fades.

She frowns and puts the coffee on
and toasts a crumb of bread.
And greets aloud the sleepy dawn
that warms her weary head.

She sets her meal upon her plate
and mutters a quite grace.
Then slowly eats in solitude
and tidies up the place.

She glances anxiously at the clock
then fetches her cloak and cane.
And soon begins her daily walk
to the chapel and back again.

The forgotten child of a century past
she trudges slowly on.
Till death does take her home at last
to the place her friends have gone.


Here is another poem about an elderly person. This old man barely has enough money for food, yet would rather bring a little joy to children on Hallowen than eat himself.The joy of children is his joy.The first verse tells about him,the second verse is about how children feel about him.