Nobody cherished the birth,

No garlands of loving arms in youth.

None were there to wipe tears

When shrouded with fears.

Own children now of age

Treated like a side on stage,

Purpose of wealth losing sheen

Friends very few, in between,

Listened

Only to tell, don't be in a hurry.

It was one whole life spent

What to do and where to go.

Cold hearth and hearts could not bind

She left the homely stage

In the pinnacle of age

For none to be found,

It was her life, bereft of all love 

Till she died

One day, lay forlorn by a roadside

But the calm on her face

Whilst living, none did find.