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?