Fear

my fear is to be left alone, no one to wonder why,
no one to hear my voice, or wonder why I cry,
no one to care, if I will be there, or if I even show,
just left in this sometimes cruel world, will anyone really know,
we come to life a whining mess, held in our mothers arms,
time goes by, friends disappear, our old face no longer charms,
when finally the time has come, for us to leave this place,
will anybody really care, or left to our own disgrace,
my eyes now fill with tears, feeling old and tired,
would anyone remember me, if I just expired,
will I return again someday, in a whole new different light,
once again a whining mess, where day replaces night,
and will I again feel weak and frail, all alone once more,
waiting for the knock of fear, on my trouble minds door

Gomer LePoet...