this is a poem about my husbands aunt which I dearly loved.
(She was all alone and up in age.
She loved her church, it was all the rage.
She suffered badly and she was deeply depressed.
A widow without a child, she needed to rest.
She stopped going to church, fore she was in pain.
People who only helped had something to gain.
But, one Christian woman showed she was a friend.
She waited on her until her end.
Tears she shed were upon them who turned in her final days.)
They walked away.