Wrinkled old lady – tough as nails of course!
She lives in her silence, as deaf as an old post.
Her eyes light up with brightness
when she sees me walking by.
She’s eager just to chatter, about being all alone.
She has a glimmer in her eye and speaks with great resolve,
“there’s no one out there anymore who cares enough to stay.”
She looks me straight and says with sorrow in her voice,
“its been a month or two, since you have come to say hello.”
And I with twinkle in my eye, say “no – t’was last week that I came by.”
And, with a slap upon my arm she quite agrees with me,
but then says -“no its others who have quite forgotten me.”
“I’m all alone, and if I died, there’d be no one who did care.”
And then I say, “I’d come by and miss my confidant.”
She laughs and pokes at me with her infectious grin,
and says “I know you wouldn’t cause I’m really all alone.”
And then I leave and say goodbye, I must be moving on.
She hugs me close and says quite loud -“when will you come again.”
“I hope its not a month or two or next year even worse.”
I say “I’ll come again – cause I’m always walking by.”
Author – Bill Tidsbury
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