Another Chance

Wiping precious tear

She gently eases and embraces

Her modest couch of yore

To house her petite demeanor

Her white kerchief

Now drenched in purgative fluid

Unfolds saga of betrayal

Statement of a jolt to her faith rock solid 

As she gapes at the ceiling

Recounting salad days and a plethora of good times

Saline drops cross barricade of lashes again

Take their course through obvious terrain

A feeble sound akin to horn 

Makes her consolidate 

Tucking misery inside ...she readies herself

Bequeathing money matter and pelf

She begins her sojourn to an old age home

In search of another chance 

To belong to happiness

Bidding adieu to agony and loneliness.