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.