Each day Annie Lesley opened a can

Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling

As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elders rendering?

Pride swallowed to remain independent

Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annies lifestyle a national disgrace

More enlightened cultures all over the world

Have revered their seniors throughout history
Asians and Native Americans
Are just two who honor their ancestry

Polynesians, other Pacific tribes

Respect the wisdom that comes with age
Seniors are welcome in family homes
But here in the states theyre placed in a cage

Bone-thin Annie Lesley chose to be free

Amazing neighbors with her endurance
When social services tried to intervene
She fought with remarkable resilience

Old photos on walls told many great tales

But only purring Tibby was listening
Each morning she rose to care for her cat
Until the day that Tibby went missing

In tears she claimed he must have been poisoned

Though in cat years he was older than she
Each day she sat by the window, staring
Awaiting the homecoming of Tibby

Shed been abandoned by society

Lost in the worlds most progressive nation
For sacrificing her spouse in World War II
Annie received little compensation

This widowed war bride never had children

Her mate had met his fate in Normandy
Posthumous awards she dusted each day
Annies life was defined by loyalty

To a man and a cat who never came home

And the vigil she kept all alone
Ended quietly one warm summer night
When an angel came to take Annie home

With a can of cat food in hand when found

Annie had nothing else to eat in her house
This is the way a veterans wife died
And tear stains had blemished her faded blouse

Although seniors wisdom is heeded

In societies that grow from history
Too many like Annie lead lonely lives
Wisdom untapped, they die in poverty