A Widow's Life

Life is nothing but an empty show On the branch of hope no flowers grow Everything is dark before her eyes In her heart only anguish lies In the whirlpool of life he left her alone By the hostile fate no mercy was shone Her brimming youth has lost its charm Time has done her a great harm No one is there to share her pain, Without her husband what is there to gain? Her days are passed in great ordeal Her nights are spent devoid of zeal She sheds her tears in the dark of night Any heart would wring seeing such a sight Unrest and trouble are under her pillow Such a miserable life is led by a widow.