I'm sorry, I don't get the poem reference. Maybe I seem too
melon collie in my answer, but when a middle-aged woman has no children it's a huge possibility that her last hours will be alone.
Not the way I'd like it, but I don't see anything changing any time soon. It's really just the way it is. I'm a bit of a loner a lot of the time anyway (when I'm not a raging social butterfly) so it seems fitting.
