Her lonely self
Has some secrets
On the shelf
She dusts away
The cobwebs
And mutters underbreath
Something about
Life and death
I strain my ears
To listen
She cries some tears
That glisten
In the morning sun
It's an old song
Repeatedly sung
It's hers yours mine
The passage of time
Will erase the words
But the tune
stays the same
It's an old game
The players change
But the rules they
Will remain.