In shadows cast by fleeting years,
A widow's heart, brimmed with silent tears.
A caretaker came, a wolf in guise,
To steal her solace, beneath disguised lies.
He claimed to tend, to nurture and guide,
Yet plundered treasures, with deceit beside.
Her cherished relics, swept away,
For greed's cruel dance, in the light of day.
He rearranged her world, a callous hand,
Ignoring whispers of the soul, in a heartless stand.
Her needs, concerns, cast to the wind,
Handled and manipulated, a trust rescinned.
A puppeteer of possessions, he played his part,
Leaving her adrift, with a fractured heart.
The sanctity of care, a mirage unmasked,
In the frailty of trust, a cruel task.
So, she stands alone, a resilient ember,
In the chill of betrayal, she'll remember.
For love should bloom, not wither and fade,
In the tapestry of time, a sorrow laid.
Wednesday, December 20, 2023
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