The Pillow Box

I saw time walk by on water,
Slowly passing through the rain,
The thunder rolling over said,
My fate I cannot change,

There were days I lived in sunshine,
My voice was often heard,
Sounds of life were all around me,
My children sit and purred,

Now I stand in darkened corners,
Of a life once happily lived,
Where no one’s there to listen,
No one cares for what I give,

Yet, sometimes alone is good,
With no pressure to perform,
The stress no longer mine,
My memories wholly warm,

I hope as death approaches,
I can slowly fade away,
And leave the room unnoticed,
On an unremarkable day,

For pillows are for strangers,
Not for those who hold my heart,
Not my blood or those I treasure,
Only those from whom I part.

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