Little Old Lady
Little old Lady with the blue rinse hair,
Sitting there in her worn out chair.
She was a beauty when she was younger,
She misses her life like a gnawing hunger.
Noboy seems to know or care,
About how she looked and the designer clothes she used to wear.
When it's sunny they sit her in the shade,
But she wants to sit in the sun before her life just fades.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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