The Spectator
She sat on the edge of her world
Watching her life slowly untwirl.
Kittens bounced about, playing in curious places.
Regular appearances of young smiling faces.
A spectator of the sublime.
Her life, like a film, rolling real time.
She sat with a smile and a pleasant disposition
Never a moan for her deteriorating condition.
Patiently watching till the credits rolled,
Arose from her couch and out the door she strolled.
With a knowing smile, she faced the unknown
Never to return to her loved ones at home.
Craig Buller 22/02/2012
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