Ian Gibson
Mod 1
2-26-07

Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby lived alone
Dwelling sadly in an empty home
Daily chores were her only life
Enjoying no pleasures, suffering no strife

Her days of love and fun were gone
Her meaningless life dragging on
Eggs in the morning, soup at night
Sleep at darkness, wake in the light

Eleanor Rigby, where is she now?
Six feet under the wandering cow
She died one night in peaceful sleep
No pain, no scream – not a single peep

Like a parched flower, her life was done
Giving sorrow to no one
Eleanor Rigby was buried along with her name
Nobody cried, nobody came