Loneliness is like a mantle Which falls upon the old. It soon becomes a curtain To hide them from the fold. In a cluttered room she sits alone, Her Bible is her friend, Remembering brighter days She thought would never end. The winter nights are dark and long As the daylight quickly fades. It’s time to close the shutters And pull down all the shades. It’s time to think of supper, But nothing comes to mind. She has a dish of rice and veg From a neighbour who’s so kind. Her fri