The Lonely Walk
There is silver linings in the clouds today
hypnotic breeze makes the trees sway
on the pavement of broken dreams she waits
eighty years old embracing the fates
her treasures of stories have all been told
her body tells her she is way too old
No one comes to hold her hand
No one is left to help her stand
Unsteady steps as she crosses the street
Cars fly by and she refuses to retreat
Her path is determined, no need to fear
she wobbles with purpose, the end is near
Philosophies fumble through her mind
her life plays like a vcr on rewind
no regrets, well maybe a few
but the road is ending, what could she do
crowded streets, life is passing by
rushing to the who knows where and why
I watch and wonder...
Will she make it before the lights change?
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2018
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