An old woman,

sitting alone on a park bench.

No one would ever suspect,

no one would ever understand.

An old woman,

refecting on her past.

A young woman with dreams,

a young woman with love.

No one sees the beauty of an old woman in the park,

No one sees the beauty in her sun-warmed smile.

An old woman,

face turned upward to greet the new-coming rain.

A young woman,

never slipping away.