MILLIE
She lays there so still as she gives up her life
And ignoring her there in the bustle and strife
An everyday world continues the page
Of "poor player strut", just bought for the stage
A long life she's had, now come to an end
So what does she think of, other than friend
And fears of the unknown, in some outer space,
Cries shrilly for touch from that known safe face
What battles within her as it comes to be known
That this last Test in life she must face alone
Sympathy gone, caring crushed in the dust
Of that old memory heard so driven by lust
Still she fights through where others simply passed
Every breath a battle won right to the last
A lesson learned in a world full of hates
Tempered only by friends who, in her life, came late
Body gave up days ago, recognised the end
Mind continues, comotose and seeks her fate to bend
Reflects perhaps on what has been
The high points of the life she's seen
Comes to terms however late
With inevitable fate
When the truth of Sitwell line
Supervise the end of time
"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper"
EPITAPH:
Gone... and we think of the life that has been
Missed by the few whose heart you have seen
Measured for the world by Space in the Sea
Remaining from a Child as she leaves for her tea