Old Woman

Sitting there weary eyed

is the very old woman.

Thinking, dreaming and sighing

for her youthful days are done.

She traveled several roads,

many people she did see.

Slept in numerous abodes,

lived out various dreams.

Now her usefulness is scarce,

nothing she is good for.

Nothing can she dare

just thinking on the past.

When once she was quite

beautiful, traveling near and far.

When time stood still

as she ventured through

life's many altered paths.

She wrinkles and sags,

her glow long gone.

One step away from the

final journey that she

soon must undertake.

She finds it's time as

the young have no

patience for old women

such as she. They

have no idea of the

life she's led and

taunt her rudely

as they live their life

fully as she once did.