Is it time to switch off the light?
Has she written all the poems
She can write?
Since her life begun
There has been much fun
Her horizons were bright.
Would it be right
To say farewell
Recalling times of hell
That she can dismiss from
Her sight?
Who can tell?
Yet now it seems
In her dreams
She wants to be free
Without a fight.
To say goodnight.

Painted pictures are complete
Poems compiled and neat.
Her lover has another.
She has never been a mother.
It seems clear
The time to leave here
Has arrived.
Yet what is this tear?
For all that she has strived?
So she decides to stay,
At least, for one more day.
There, are still poems to write.
Switch on the light!



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