Wasted scarecrow thin and bald
Wore a scarfe to hide her lack of hair
But the laugh was still there
Deep and hearty as a tolling bell
Said she didn't mind going
For life had been brief but interesting
I found this flippant and scientific
But maybe she knew better
Counting each day and weighing its gain
With a preciousness not ours
We who have health and live
And take for granted those dear
Perhaps it is in the fading light
That we see unhindered and clear
© shaun patrick green 2011
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