eating alone

sitting inside with a rug on my knee
slurping my soup aged eighty three

I look back on life sitting all alone
my memories though have not gone

all my friends flood in and say hi
as i sit, i reflect, smile and sigh

remembering times i used to moan
about eating when i was on my own

we all are in the final call born
our own unique person to form

we live our life the best way we can
and come to terms with the man

as we near our own passing we see
all along our true singularity

and smile and trust in our passing
that we leave happiness that is lasting