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Oct 2018
Empty house*
Empty  chair
a ****** *plate  with some  burnt  *food
.
an empty bed

This place once there lived
A lonely old man
Who hid away
From  the world

The world didn't  care
And there lack of empathy left him bare.
On those cold winter nights *
He sat in front of a  smothered fire .
The fire lacked warmth like the villagers
This old man was hungry  and cold .
But most of all he *died
not knowing a soul
Because people lacked human kindness .
selfish*  inhuman beyond belief.
Written by
Rosalind Heather Alexander  64/F/Edinburgh Scotland
(64/F/Edinburgh Scotland)   
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