Dying for attention but no one seems to care.
I sit alone most every day with lots of love to share.
If you would only listen to what I have to say, I know that we could be good friends if only for a day.
I may not be as pretty as I once used to be, but if you let it scare you then you’ll never really see.
We could talk about the good old days and laugh until we cry, or stroll around the garden beneath the big blue sky.
I may not have much longer, so please dont make me wait.
I need you to accompany me to the Pearly Gate.

This poem was written/submitted by Terri Pool 12-30-11.