Like Eleanor Rigby
Sits Eloise Ridgley
Alone with a teacup of sorrows
Spent all her tomorrows
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This was a strong punch in the gut and saying it like it is, excellent poem. It made me think of myself at times... unfortunately. Left alone and on her own, seeing just how much has been thrown away in time that can not be retrieved, as if she once believed. Thank you for sharing this excellent poem and for your comment on mine as well.
A sad and poignant picture of an unfulfilled life and self-delusion. A great gently write.
A captivating title my friend! Draws you near to this rhyme. A poignant tale of self-delusion embellished with a lovely rhyme scheme...........