85 years old, alone in my
Place, with nothing at all,
But me, no friends still
Alive who might call,
No one left to lift me
Up when I finally fall…
How it came to this,
Bad luck, poor timing,
Karma’s sweet cruel kiss,
I can’t really understand,
What the hell did I miss?
copyright J.P.N. | Poetry, Etc., From Kanagawa, South of Tokyo, Japan